Man's ego is inflated, his laws are outdated, they don't apply no more
I know God is my shield and he won't lead me astray
Now I wish I could write you a melody so plain; That could hold you dear lady from going insane
In the home of the brave, Jefferson turnin' over in his grave
We heard the Sermon on the Mount and I knew it was too complex,; It didn't amount to anything more than what the broken glass reflects.
You don't need a weather man; To know which way the wind blows
Idiot wind, blowing through the buttons of our coats,; Blowing through the letters that we wrote.
One of these days and it won't be long; Going down in the valley and sing my song; I will sing it loud and sing it strong; Let the echo decide if I was right or wrong
All I really want to do,; Is, baby, be friends with you.
Lost time is not found again
What kind of sign they need when it all come from within
We sat in an empty theater and we kissed,; I asked ya please to cross me off-a your list.
I can smile in the face of mankind.; Don't even remember what her lips felt like on mine; Most of the time.
When you know as well as me; You'd rather see me paralyzed
Too many thoughts get in the way in the day
Give ya delusions of grandeur; And a evil eye; Give you idea that; You're too good to die
What good am I if I say foolish things; And I laugh in the face of what sorrow brings; And I just turn my back while you silently die,; What good am I?
Everybody's doin' something,; I heard it in a dream,; But when there's too much of nothing,; It just makes a fella mean.
I can still hear the sounds of those Methodist bells; I'd taken the cure and had just gotten through
I'm hungry and I'm irritable; And I'm tired of this bag of tricks.; At one time there was nothing wrong with me; That you could not fix.
Can't you hear that motor turnin'?; Automobile comin' into style
Someone else is speakin' with my mouth, but I'm listening only to my heart.
The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder
I don't mind a reasonable amount of trouble
Tough Mama; Can I blow a little smoke on you?
I can't help it if I'm lucky.
I don't wanna be hers, I wanna be yours.
Lot of water under the bridge, Lot of other stuff too; Don't get up gentlemen, I'm only passing through
That's how it is when things disintegrate
Three fellas crawlin' on their way back to work,; Nobody stops to ask why.
Nations are angry, cursed are some,; People are expecting a false peace to come.
What makes the wind wanna blow tonight?
The treasure can't be found by men who search
Don’t think twice, it’s all right
Handy dandy, he got a basket of flowers and a bag full or sorrow
She knows there's no success like failure; And that failure's no success at all.
Well the desert is hot, the mountain is cursed,; Pray that I don't die of thirst,; Baby, two feet from the well.
If you want somebody you can trust, trust yourself.
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Your temperature's too hot for taming
Lay down your weary tune, lay down,; Lay down the song you strum,; And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings; No voice can hope to hum.
You were snow, you were rain; You were striped, you were plain,;
He said his name was Columbus; I just said, "Good luck."
Junk is piling up, taking up space
In your teardrops, I can see my own reflection
Guess it's too late to say the things to you; That you needed to hear me say.
Every brain is civilized,; Every nerve is analyzed,; Everything is criticized when you are in need.
Don't the moon look good, mama, Shinin' through the trees?
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go; To the valley below
Pain sure brings out the best in people, doesn't it?
Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial
as long as the world keeps a-turnin', I just keep a-turnin' too.
Now the rainman gave me two cures,; Then he said, "Jump right in."; The one was Texas medicine,; The other was just railroad gin.
I finally realize there's no room for regret
there are no sins inside the Gates of Eden
I just want you to know; I can see through your masks
I see nothing to be gained by any explanation; There are no words that need to be said
Sometimes the devil likes to drive you from the neighborhood.; He'll even work his ways through those whose intentions are good.
Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you.
