Son, this ain't a dream no more, it's the real thing.
What makes the wind wanna blow tonight?
Oh, ev'ry thought that's strung a knot in my mind,;
I might go insane if it couldn't be sprung.
When he died I was hopin' that it wasn't contagious
Now the moon is almost hidden;
The stars are beginning to hide;
The fortunetelling lady;
Has even taken all her things inside
The ghost of 'lectricity howls in the bones of her face
Always on the outside of whatever side there was,;
When they asked him why it had to be that way, "Well," he answered, "just because."
Put my tears in a bottle
Screw the top on tight
Put your hand on my head, baby, do I have a temperature?
She said, "Be easy, baby,;
There ain't nothin' worth stealin' in here."
to live outside the law, you must be honest
I'm sick of love but I'm in the thick of it
I'm going back to New York City;
I do believe I've had enough
I want to thank You, Lord,;
I just want to thank You, Lord,;
Thank You, Lord.
Pardon, monsieur," the desk clerk says,;
Carefully removes his fez,;
"Am I hearin' you right?"
Well, they're not showing any lights tonight;
And there's no moon.
I'm going out of my mind;
With a pain that stops and starts
I've still got the scars that the sun didn't heal
The man in me will hide sometimes to keep from bein' seen,;
But that's just because he doesn't want to turn into some machine.
If you want to live easy
Baby pack your clothes with mine
I'll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours
Well I don't dare close my eyes and I don't dare wink;
Maybe in the next life I'll be able to hear myself think
When we meet again;
Introduced as friends;
Please don't let on that you knew me when;
I was hungry and it was your world.
If you're lookin' to get silly;
You better go back to from where you came
We grew up together;
From the cradle to the grave;
We died and were reborn;
And then mysteriously saved.
But it's like I'm stuck inside a painting;
That's hanging in the Louvre
people don’t live or die, people just float
Build a fire, throw on logs;
And listen to it hiss;
And let it burn, burn, burn, burn;
On a night like this.
If you get close to her, kiss her once for me
Without freedom of speech, I might be in the swamp.
