Don't have to look no further, you're the soul of many things.
I can still hear the sounds of those Methodist bells; I'd taken the cure and had just gotten through
Searching for my double, looking for; Complete evaporation to the core
Don't you cry and don't you die and don't you burn
I finally realize there's no room for regret
I just can't fit; Yes, I believe it's time for us to quit
Now I wish I could write you a melody so plain; That could hold you dear lady from going insane
If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born
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.
I'm glad to see you're still alive, you're lookin' like a saint.
Now at midnight all the agents; And the superhuman crew; Come out and round up everyone; That knows more than they do
And if my thought-dreams could be seen, They'd probably put my head in a guillotine
The walls of pride are high and wide; Can't see over to the other side; It's such a sad thing to see beauty decay; It's sadder still, to feel your heart torn away
Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats; Too noble to neglect; Deceived me into thinking; I had something to protect
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.
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
Glamorous nymph with an arrow and bow
Dark Beauty; Meet me at the border late tonight
What drives me to you is what drives me insane.
Pardon, monsieur," the desk clerk says,; Carefully removes his fez,; "Am I hearin' you right?"
Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?
Well, if I had to do it all over again,; Babe, I'd do it all over you.
Don't trust me to show you beauty; When beauty may only turn to rust.
When you know as well as me; You'd rather see me paralyzed
In the smoke of the twilight on a milk-white steed,; Michelangelo indeed could've carved out your features.
How can I explain?; Oh, it's so hard to get on
there are no sins inside the Gates of Eden
If you want to live easy
Baby pack your clothes with mine
Sometimes I wanna take to the road and plunder
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
Seen the arrow on the doorpost; Saying, "This land is condemned; All the way from New Orleans; To Jerusalem."
You don't want a love that's pure; You wanna drown love; You want a watered-down love
I'm in the streets; With the tombstone blues
There's no one here, the gardener is gone
Yes, I see you on your window ledge; But I can't tell just how far away you are from the edge
Because something is happening here; But you don't know what it is; Do you, Mister Jones?
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.
I look into the eyes of my merciful friend
And then I ask myself, is this the end?
Memories linger, sad yet sweet
And I think of the souls in heaven who will meet
You have explained every mystery.; What can I do for You?
Ever since you walked right in, the circle's been complete
I've gained some recognition but I lost my appetite.
Sooner or later, one of us must know; That I really did try to get close to you
We always did feel the same,; We just saw it from a different point of view
Does she know I still care?
The country music station plays soft; but there's nothing, really nothing, to turn off
People ask about you; I didn't tell them everything I knew
You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
I'll see you later when I'm not so out of my head,; Maybe next time I'll let the dead bury the dead.
Well, anybody can be just like me, obviously; But then, now again, not too many can be like you, fortunately.
Son, this ain't a dream no more, it's the real thing.
I wish that for just one time; You could stand inside my shoes; You'd know what a drag it is; To see you
Time is all I have to give
People disagreeing everywhere you look,; Makes you wanna stop and read a book.
If you want somebody you can trust, trust yourself.
In order to deal in this game, got to make the queen disappear,; It's done with a flick of the wrist.
Well, I asked for something to eat; I'm hungry as a hog; So I get brown rice, seaweed; And a dirty hot dog
Why does he look so righteous while your face is so changed
Can you tell me what we're waiting for, senor?
And I can't let go, won't let go, and I can't let go no more.
