I see you kiss her on the cheek ev'rytime she gives a speech
Now the moon is almost hidden; The stars are beginning to hide; The fortunetelling lady; Has even taken all her things inside
People on the platforms; Waiting for the trains; I can hear their hearts a-beatin'; Like pendulums swinging on chains
take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind
Don't have to look no further, you're the soul of many things.
Either I'm too sensitive or else I'm gettin' soft.
Yesterday everything was going too fast; Today, it's moving too slow
And every time you get this close; It makes me want to scream
I see people in the park forgetting their troubles and woes; They're drinking and dancing, wearing bright colored clothes; All the young men with their young women looking so good; Well, I'd trade places with any of them ; In a minute, if I could
What's lost is lost, we can't regain what went down in the flood
I been hangin’ on threads
I been playin’ it straight
Now, I’ve just got to cut loose
Before it gets late
They say ev'rything can be replaced
Give me a string bean, I'm a hungry man.
Handy dandy, he got a basket of flowers and a bag full or sorrow
And I, I don't mind the pain; Don't mind the driving rain; I know I will sustain; 'Cause I believe in you.
But even the president of the United States, Sometimes must have, To stand naked.
My love she speaks like silence
I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.
Gon' walk on down until I'm right beside the sun; I'm gonna have to put up a barrier to keep myself away from everyone.
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
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.
What drives me to you is what drives me insane.
Well, they're not showing any lights tonight; And there's no moon.
No, no, no, it ain't me, babe
Everybody must get stoned.
And, when I was through; I filled up my shoe; And brought it to you.
What's a sweetheart like you doin' in a dump like this?
All I really want to do,; Is, baby, be friends with you.
Don’t think twice, it’s all right
I gotta go; Find out something only dead men know
When he died I was hopin' that it wasn't contagious
Don't trust me to show you beauty; When beauty may only turn to rust.
Well, I try my best; To be just like I am,; But everybody wants you; To be just like them.
the cops don't need you; and man they expect the same
It was true that in his later years he would not carry a gun; "I'm around too many children," he'd say, "they should never know of one."
I hate myself for lovin' you and the weakness that it showed; You were just a painted face on a trip down Suicide Road
the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming
The way is long but the end is near, Already the fiesta has begun
Now there's spiritual warfare and flesh and blood breaking down.; Ya either got faith or ya got unbelief and there ain't no neutral ground.
Oh, baby, that god you been prayin' to; Is gonna give ya back what you're wishin' on someone else
Put my tears in a bottle
Screw the top on tight
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.
Talk about perfection, I ain't never seen none
I'm in a cowboy band
Well, the chances are against it and the odds are slim,; That he'll live by the rules that the world makes for him
I've still got the scars that the sun didn't heal
In the day of confession; We cannot mock a soul.; Oh, when there's too much of nothing,; No one has control.
You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
Three fellas crawlin' on their way back to work,; Nobody stops to ask why.
Wealth is a filthy rag; So erotic so unpatriotic; So wrapped up in the American flag
Oh it's rush hour now; On the wheel and the plow; And the sun is going down; Upon the sacred cow.
She's got everything she needs,; She's an artist, she don't look back
Don't follow leaders; Watch the parkin' meters
Somethin' there is about you that I can't quite put my finger on.
Ain't complaining 'bout what I got; Seen better times, but who has not?
Do I need your permission to turn the other cheek?; If you can read my mind, why must I speak?
When my life is over, it'll be like a puff of smoke
But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here,; All the pigeons gonna run to him.
