You have explained every mystery.;
What can I do for You?
What makes the wind wanna blow tonight?
Don't the moon look good, mama, Shinin' through the trees?
It's many a guard;
That stands around smilin',;
Holdin' his club;
Like he was a king.
I hear the ancient footsteps like the motion of the sea;
Sometimes I turn, there's someone there, other times it's only me.
Twenty years of schoolin' and they put you on the day shift
Everybody's wearing a disguise;
To hide what they've got left behind their eyes
If your mem'ry serves you well,;
You'll remember you're the one;
That called on me to call on them;
To get you your favors done.
Something there is about you that brings back a long forgotten truth
They got him on conspiracy, they were never sure who with.
Now you stand here expectin' me to remember somethin' you forgot to say
He bought me with a price,;
Freed me from the pit,;
Full of emptiness and wrath;
And the fire that burns in it.
People on the platforms;
Waiting for the trains;
I can hear their hearts a-beatin';
Like pendulums swinging on chains
Get the loot, don't be slow, we're gonna catch a trout
And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it
And you never ask questions;
When God's on your side.
Tell her she can look me up if she's got the time.
There's only one step down from here, baby,;
It's called the land of permanent bliss.
You could make me cry if you don't know.
your pleasure knows no limits
I'm in the streets;
With the tombstone blues
Put my tears in a bottle
Screw the top on tight
No, no, no, it ain't me, babe
Ain't no altars on this long and lonesome road
You'd better do somethin' quick;
She's your lover now.
Now there's spiritual warfare and flesh and blood breaking down.;
Ya either got faith or ya got unbelief and there ain't no neutral ground.
I can still hear the sounds of those Methodist bells;
I'd taken the cure and had just gotten through
there are no sins inside the Gates of Eden
When He rose from the dead, did they believe?
Have you got some unfinished business?;
Is there something holding you back?;
Are you thinking for yourself;
Or are you following the pack?
If you're lookin' to get silly;
You better go back to from where you came
Well my sense of humanity has gone down the drain
Train wheels runnin' through the back of my memory
I was all right 'til I fell in love with you
Either I'm too sensitive or else I'm gettin' soft.
Leaving men wholly, totally free;
To do anything they wish to do but die
The birds are flyin' low babe, honey I feel so exposed
People disagreeing everywhere you look,;
Makes you wanna stop and read a book.
Done so many evil things in the name of love, it's a crying shame;
I never did see no fire that could put out a flame.
The door has closed forevermore
If indeed there ever was a door
Just like you I'm wondrin' what I'm doin' here.;
Just like you I'm wondrin' what's goin' on.
Down the highway, down the tracks, down the road to ecstasy,;
I followed you beneath the stars, hounded by your memory,;
And all your ragin' glory.
But is your heart made out of stone, or is it lime;
Or is it just solid rock?
You're the one I adore, come over here and give me more
Build a fire, throw on logs;
And listen to it hiss;
And let it burn, burn, burn, burn;
On a night like this.
Every time you leave and go off someplace,;
Things fall to pieces in my face
But the enemy I see
Wears a cloak of decency
When I met you, baby,;
You didn't show no visible scars.
Satan whispers to ya, "Well, I don't want to bore ya,;
But when ya get tired of the Miss So-and-so I got another woman for ya."
Thought I'd shaken the wonder and the phantoms of my youth
There are those who worship loneliness, I'm not one of them
I couldn't see what you could show me;
Your scarf had kept your mouth well hid
Well, I don't have to be no doctor, babe,;
To see that you're madly in love.
What looks large from a distance,;
Close up ain't never that big.
I want to thank You, Lord,;
I just want to thank You, Lord,;
Thank You, Lord.
She knows there's no success like failure;
And that failure's no success at all.
Let the wind blow low, let the wind blow high.;
One day the little boy and the little girl were both baked in a pie.
If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born
Ain't complaining 'bout what I got;
Seen better times, but who has not?