All right, I'll take a chance, I will fall in love with you
I must be guilty of something,; You just whisper it into my ear.
The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense.; Take what you have gathered from coincidence.
Sometimes the devil likes to drive you from the neighborhood.; He'll even work his ways through those whose intentions are good.
if every bone in his body was broken he would never admit it
I'm in a cowboy band
You can't get to glory by the raising and the lowering of no flag.; Put your goodness next to God's and it comes out like a filthy rag.
Oh, man has invented his doom, First step was touching the moon.
Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule
What drives me to you is what drives me insane.
Go melt back into the night, babe,; Everything inside is made of stone.; There's nothing in here moving, An' anyway I'm not alone.
You know, the streets are filled with vipers; Who've lost all ray of hope,; You know, it ain't even safe no more; In the palace of the Pope.
If I had wings and I could fly,; I know where I would go.
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go; To the valley below
You're so damn nonchalant; But it's your mind that I want.
There's no one here, the gardener is gone
I finally realize there's no room for regret
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
Now, a very great man once said; That some people rob you with a fountain pen.; It didn't take too long to find out; Just what he was talkin' about.
Pardon, monsieur," the desk clerk says,; Carefully removes his fez,; "Am I hearin' you right?"
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
They tell me everything is gonna be all right; But I don't know what "all right" even means
In your teardrops, I can see my own reflection
I just want you to know; I can see through your masks
Something there is about you that brings back a long forgotten truth
Democracy don't rule the world,; You'd better get that in your head.; This world is ruled by violence; But I guess that's better left unsaid.
It's all been designed, he said, "To make you lose your mind,; And when you go back to find it, there's nothing there to find."
You're gonna have to serve somebody.
Ain't complaining 'bout what I got; Seen better times, but who has not?
It's too hot to sleep time is running away
I can't help it if I'm lucky.
Sometimes I feel so low-down and disgusted
I'm just sitting here beating on my trumpet
I'll give you more gold; Than your apron can hold; If you'll only let your hair hang low
What good am I if I know and don't do,; I If I see and don't say, if I look right through you
You lose yourself, you reappear
Since every pleasure's got an edge of pain; Pay for your ticket and don't complain
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
Well it's way past midnight and there are people all around; Some on their way up, some on their way down
Every day of the year's like playin' Russian roulette
My love she speaks like silence
In the home of the brave
Jefferson turnin’ over in his grave
I like the cool way you look at me,; Everything about you is bringing me; Misery.
Drinkin' man listens to the voice he hears; In a crowded room full of covered up mirrors; Lookin' into the lost forgotten years; For dignity
Everybody's doin' something,; I heard it in a dream,; But when there's too much of nothing,; It just makes a fella mean.
Don't the moon look good, mama, Shinin' through the trees?
the cops don't need you; and man they expect the same
Don't know if I saw you, if I would kiss you or kill you; It probably wouldn't matter to you anyhow
Love is so simple, to quote a phrase,; You've known it all the time, I'm learnin' it these days.
Someone else is speakin' with my mouth, but I'm listening only to my heart.
Give ya delusions of grandeur; And a evil eye; Give you idea that; You're too good to die
Well, I wake in the morning, Fold my hands and pray for rain.; I got a head full of ideas, That are drivin' me insane.
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.
Rock me, pretty baby, rock me 'til everything gets real; Rock me for a little while, rock me 'til there's nothing left to feel; And I'll rock you too
And I can't let go, won't let go, and I can't let go no more.
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
I ain't sayin' you treated me unkind; You could have done better but I don't mind; You just kinda wasted my precious time
It's so impossible to even learn the tune.
Oh, the only decent thing I did when I worked as a postal clerk; Was to haul your picture down off the wall near the cage where I used to work.; Was I a fool or not to try to protect your identity?; You looked a little burned out, my friend,; I thought it might be up to me.
