If I had wings and I could fly,; I know where I would go.
It's the last temptation; The last account; The last time you might hear the sermon on the mount,; The last radio is playing.
Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues; You can tell by the way she smiles
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
It was then that I got up to leave; But she said, "Don't forget,; Everybody must give something back; For something they get."
You got a lotta nerve; To say you are my friend
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.
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.
My love she speaks like silence
I want to thank You, Lord,; I just want to thank You, Lord,; Thank You, Lord.
Now, when I was just a bawlin' child,; I saw what I wanted to be
Last night I danced with a stranger; But she just reminded me you were the one
it is not he or she or them or it; That you belong to.
Don't you cry and don't you die and don't you burn
In the home of the brave, Jefferson turnin' over in his grave
I'm already there in my mind; And that's good enough for now
The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense.; Take what you have gathered from coincidence.
Ever since you walked right in, the circle's been complete
My conscience is beginning to bother me today.
Well, I got a harmonica job, begun to play,; Blowin' my lungs out for a dollar a day.
Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule
And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it
Can't you hear that motor turnin'?; Automobile comin' into style
When they came for Him in the garden, did they know?
I still believe she was my twin, but I lost the ring.
Put your hand on my head, baby, do I have a temperature?
Guess it's too late to say the things to you; That you needed to hear me say.
Here is your throat back; Thanks for the loan
And the dirt of gossip blows into my face,; And the dust of rumors covers me.
Run your fingers down my spine; Bring me a touch of bliss
She knows where I'd like to be; But it doesn't matter.
Where black is the color, where none is the number
If you're a doctor, I need a shot of love.
But even the president of the United States, Sometimes must have, To stand naked.
Just what do you think you have to guard?
Since every pleasure's got an edge of pain; Pay for your ticket and don't complain
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
Some things last longer than you think they will; There are some kind of things you can never kill
I hear the ancient footsteps like the motion of the sea; Sometimes I turn, there's someone there, other times it's only me.
I seen the kingdoms of the world and it's makin' me feel afraid.
Someone else is speakin' with my mouth, but I'm listening only to my heart.
I've paid the price of solitude, but at last I'm out of debt.
Sometimes I feel so low-down and disgusted
I've already ripped out the phones, honey.; You can't walk the streets in a war
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it
I'll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours
I'm going out of my mind; With a pain that stops and starts
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
Do you know where we're headin'?; Lincoln County Road or Armageddon?
If the bible is right, the world will explode
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late.
If you get close to her, kiss her once for me
All I really want to do,; Is, baby, be friends with you.
Through the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled tales
I hear that sometimes Satan comes as a man of peace.
The vagabond who's rapping at your door; Is standing in the clothes that you once wore.
Well, if I had to do it all over again,; Babe, I'd do it all over you.
My heart's in the Highlands at the break of dawn; By the beautiful lake of the Black Swan; Big white clouds, like chariots that swing down low; Well my heart's in the Highlands; Only place left to go
Without freedom of speech, I might be in the swamp.
