Just like you I'm wondrin' what I'm doin' here.; Just like you I'm wondrin' what's goin' on.
take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind
Tell ev'rybody; Down in ol' 'Frisco; That Tiny Montgomery's comin'; Down to say Hello
The way is long but the end is near, Already the fiesta has begun
There's only one step down from here, baby,; It's called the land of permanent bliss.
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.
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
As his youth now unfolds; He is centuries old; Just to see him at play makes me smile; No matter what happens to me; No matter what my destiny; Lord, protect my child
Well, I don't have to be no doctor, babe,; To see that you're madly in love.
Put your hand on my head, baby, do I have a temperature?
We pointed out the way to go; And scratched your name in sand,; Though you just thought it was nothing more; Than a place for you to stand.
there are no sins inside the Gates of Eden
I got new eyes ; Everything looks far away
Not one more night, not one more kiss,; Not this time baby, no more of this,; Takes too much skill, takes too much will,; It's revealing.
I gotta go; Find out something only dead men know
For all eternity I think I will remember; That icy wind that's howling in your eye.
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.
This time tomorrow I'll know you better; When my memory is not so short.
Scorpio Sphinx in a calico dress
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 I wish I could write you a melody so plain; That could hold you dear lady from going insane
The drinks are ready and the dogs are going to war
He said, Are you lookin' for somethin' easy to catch?; I said, I got no money. He said, That ain't necessary.
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle like a bowl of soup
Any day now, any day now,; I shall be released.
There was music in the cafes at night; And revolution in the air.
Those are the hill of heaven, my love; You and I'll never know
We stare straight ahead and try so hard to stay right
I thought somehow that I would be spared this fate
Your mind is your temple, keep it beautiful and free,; Don't let an egg get laid in it by something you can't see.
In the smoke of the twilight on a milk-white steed,; Michelangelo indeed could've carved out your features.
Goodnight, my love, may the lord have mercy on us all.
They said it was the land of milk and honey,; now they say it's the land of money.; Who ever thought they could ever make that stick.
Don't the moon look good, mama, Shinin' through the trees?
What's a sweetheart like you doin' in a dump like this?
Now somebody's got to show their hand, time is an enemy
The treasure can't be found by men who search
You speak to me; In sign language; As I'm eating a sandwich
I'm in love with a woman who don't even appeal to me
I can tell you fancy, I can tell you plain; You give something up for everything you gain
I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.
Truth is an arrow and the gate is narrow that it passes through
When He rose from the dead, did they believe?
Let's try to get beneath the surface waste, girl,; No more booby traps and bombs,; No more decadence and charm,; No more affection that's misplaced, girl
You're so damn nonchalant; But it's your mind that I want.
People disagreeing on all just about everything, yeah,; Makes you stop and all wonder why.
I couldn't see what you could show me; Your scarf had kept your mouth well hid
Time is an ocean but it ends at the shore; You may not see me tomorrow.
Silver and gold; Won't buy back the beat of a heart grown cold
At the corrida we'll sit in the shade; And watch the young torero stand alone.; We'll drink tequila where our grandfathers stayed; When they rode with Villa into Torreon.
Well, You've done it all and there's no more anyone can pretend to do.; What can I do for You?
On the rising curve,; Where the ways of nature will test every nerve,; You won't get anything you don't deserve,; Where we were born in time.
When the last rays of daylight go down; Buddy, you'll roll no more; I can hear the church bells ringing in the yard; I wonder who they're ringing for
There's no one here, the gardener is gone
She was with Big Jim but she was leanin' to the Jack of Hearts
