people don’t live or die, people just float
I see, I see lovers in the meadow;
I see, I see silhouettes in the window;
I watch them 'til they're gone and they leave me hanging on ;
To a shadow
The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense.;
Take what you have gathered from coincidence.
to live outside the law, you must be honest
At dawn my lover comes to me;
And tells me of her dreams;
With no attempts to shovel the glimpse;
Into the ditch of what each one means
I was all right 'til I fell in love with you
I'm T-boned and punctured;
But I'm known to be calm
How long can I stay in this nowhere café
May you always know the truth;
And see the lights surrounding you.
Since every pleasure's got an edge of pain;
Pay for your ticket and don't complain
If I had wings and I could fly,;
I know where I would go.
You were trying to break into another world;
A world I never knew.;
I always kind of wondered;
If you ever made it through.
We heard the Sermon on the Mount and I knew it was too complex,;
It didn't amount to anything more than what the broken glass reflects.
Took a stranger to teach me, to look into justice's beautiful face;
And to see an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.
Roses are red, violets are blue;
And time is beginning to crawl
They like to take all this money from sin, build big universities to study in;
Sing Amazing Grace all the way to the Swiss banks
I know God is my shield and he won't lead me astray
I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
You don't want a love that's pure;
You wanna drown love;
You want a watered-down love
But is your heart made out of stone, or is it lime;
Or is it just solid rock?
Did I miss the mark or;
Over-step the line;
That only you could see?
Here is your throat back;
Thanks for the loan
Searching for my double, looking for;
Complete evaporation to the core
People carry roses
Make promises by the hours
My love she laughs like the flowers
Valentines can't buy her
Pain sure brings out the best in people, doesn't it?
I hate myself for lovin' you and the weakness that it showed;
You were just a painted face on a trip down Suicide Road
Why does he look so righteous while your face is so changed
The door has closed forevermore
If indeed there ever was a door
Well, he can be fascinating, he can be dull,;
He can ride down Niagara Falls in the barrels of your skull.
A million faces at my feet;
But all I see are dark eyes
The world of illusion is at my door
I'll remember you;
When the wind blows through the piney wood.
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it
Every time you leave and go off someplace,;
Things fall to pieces in my face
I stood unwound beneath the skies;
And clouds unbound by laws.
I just can't fit;
Yes, I believe it's time for us to quit
The birds are flyin' low babe, honey I feel so exposed
Now I wish I could write you a melody so plain;
That could hold you dear lady from going insane
I see people who are supposed to know better standin' around like furniture.
She was with Big Jim but she was leanin' to the Jack of Hearts
Ain't no reason to go anywhere.
All I feel is heat and flame and all I see are dark eyes.
My love she speaks like silence
Does she know I still care?
May you build a ladder to the stars;
And climb on every rung.
Let me ask you one question;
Is your money that good
Those are the hill of heaven, my love;
You and I'll never know
Oh the fishes will laugh;
As they swim out of the path;
And the seagulls they'll be smiling.
And now the heart is filled with gold;
As if it was a purse.;
But, oh, what kind of love is this;
Which goes from bad to worse?
Are you still my friend, baby, show me a sign
She said, "Be easy, baby,;
There ain't nothin' worth stealin' in here."
She knows where I'd like to be;
But it doesn't matter.
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.
Either I'm too sensitive or else I'm gettin' soft.
Yesterday everything was going too fast;
Today, it's moving too slow
I gotta go;
Find out something only dead men know
Then she says, "I know you're an artist, draw a picture of me!";
I say, "I would if I could, but, ;
I don't do sketches from memory."
In the home of the brave, Jefferson turnin' over in his grave