Oh, man has invented his doom, First step was touching the moon.
Well, it's always been my nature to take chances; My right hand drawing back while my left hand advances
I hate myself for lovin' you and the weakness that it showed; You were just a painted face on a trip down Suicide Road
Temptation's not an easy thing
People disagreeing everywhere you look,; Makes you wanna stop and read a book.
May you build a ladder to the stars; And climb on every rung.
If you get close to her, kiss her once for me
Behind every beautiful thing there's been some kind of pain
The ghost of 'lectricity howls in the bones of her face
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
Let me ask you one question; Is your money that good
I've paid the price of solitude, but at last I'm out of debt.
Let the wind blow low, let the wind blow high.; One day the little boy and the little girl were both baked in a pie.
Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you.
We're going all the way 'til the wheels fall off and burn
The door has closed forevermore
If indeed there ever was a door
People ask about you; I didn't tell them everything I knew
You could ride like Annie Oakley,; You could shoot like Belle Starr.
Lookin' at my shadow watching the colors up above
Don't have to look no further, you're the soul of many things.
If you're a doctor, I need a shot of love.
I wish, I wish, I wish in vain,; That we could sit simply in that room again.
Searching for my double, looking for; Complete evaporation to the core
If I shut myself off so I can't hear you cry,; What good am I?
I'm sick of love but I'm in the thick of it
Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties; Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
They tell me everything is gonna be all right; But I don't know what "all right" even means
When my life is over, it'll be like a puff of smoke,; How long must I suffer, Lord, how long must I be provoked?; Satan will give you a little taste, then he'll move in with rapid speed,; Lord keep my blind side covered and see that I don't bleed.
How does it feel
I can still hear the sounds of those Methodist bells; I'd taken the cure and had just gotten through
It was then that I got up to leave; But she said, "Don't forget,; Everybody must give something back; For something they get."
Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
That long black cloud is comin' down
I'm already there in my mind; And that's good enough for now
You lose yourself, you reappear
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
Somethin' there is about you that I can't quite put my finger on.
Every time you leave and go off someplace,; Things fall to pieces in my face
Do I need your permission to turn the other cheek?; If you can read my mind, why must I speak?
I finally realize there's no room for regret
An' here I sit so patiently; Waiting to find out what price; You have to pay to get out of; Going through all these things twice.
Boys in the street beginning to play; Girls like birds flying away
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.
Your temperature's too hot for taming
What's a sweetheart like you doin' in a dump like this?
I'll give you more gold; Than your apron can hold; If you'll only let your hair hang low
When my life is over, it'll be like a puff of smoke
time is running backwards
Leaving men wholly, totally free; To do anything they wish to do but die
My conscience is beginning to bother me today.
I can smile in the face of mankind.; Don't even remember what her lips felt like on mine; Most of the time.
When you gonna wake up and strengthen the things that remain?
I've still got the scars that the sun didn't heal
When you know as well as me; You'd rather see me paralyzed
And if my thought-dreams could be seen, They'd probably put my head in a guillotine
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?
Handy dandy, he got a basket of flowers and a bag full or sorrow
No knife could ever cut our love apart
If you want to live easy
Baby pack your clothes with mine
