Won't you come with me, baby?; I'll take you where you wanna go.; And if it don't work out, You'll be the first to know
Three fellas crawlin' on their way back to work,; Nobody stops to ask why.
Shall I hold you close?; Or Shall I let you go by?; Tell me.; Tell me.
Everybody must get stoned.
Turn your back, wash your hands,; There's always someone who understands
Because something is happening here; But you don't know what it is; Do you, Mister Jones?
Without freedom of speech, I might be in the swamp.
You're gonna have to serve somebody.
Maybe they'll get me and maybe they won't; But not tonight and it won't be here; There are things I could say but I don't; I know the mercy of God must be near
Ain't no altars on this long and lonesome road
What's lost is lost, we can't regain what went down in the flood
Look into infinity, all you see is trouble.
Everybody's wearing a disguise; To hide what they've got left behind their eyes
I'll remember you; When the wind blows through the piney wood.
Don't trust me to show you the truth; When the truth may only be ashes and dust.
I ain't lookin' for you to feel like me,; See like me or be like me.
Well, the chances are against it and the odds are slim,; That he'll live by the rules that the world makes for him
A million faces at my feet; But all I see are dark eyes
Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues; You can tell by the way she smiles
I'll give you more gold; Than your apron can hold; If you'll only let your hair hang low
you remind me of something that used to be; somethin' that crossed over from another century
He bought me with a price,; Freed me from the pit,; Full of emptiness and wrath; And the fire that burns in it.
They'll stone ya when you're at the breakfast table.
Train wheels runnin' through the back of my memory
While my conscience explodes; The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain
Can't you hear that motor turnin'?; Automobile comin' into style
A saxophone someplace far off played
Do you ever wonder just what God requires?; You think He's just an errand boy to satisfy your wandering desires.
Oh ev'ry foe that ever I faced
The cause was there before we came.
We're both just one too many mornings; An' a thousand miles behind.
You speak to me; In sign language; As I'm eating a sandwich
But the magician is quicker and his game; Is much thicker than blood and blacker than ink
Satan whispers to ya, "Well, I don't want to bore ya,; But when ya get tired of the Miss So-and-so I got another woman for ya."
Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
The man in me will hide sometimes to keep from bein' seen,; But that's just because he doesn't want to turn into some machine.
Since every pleasure's got an edge of pain; Pay for your ticket and don't complain
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late.
I look into the eyes of my merciful friend
And then I ask myself, is this the end?
Memories linger, sad yet sweet
And I think of the souls in heaven who will meet
You don't need a weather man; To know which way the wind blows
Oh, man has invented his doom, First step was touching the moon.
But the enemy I see wears a cloak of decency,; All non-believers and men stealers talkin' in the name of religion
People are crazy and times are strange
there are no sins inside the Gates of Eden
Handy dandy, he got a basket of flowers and a bag full or sorrow
All I really want to do,; Is, baby, be friends with you.
Everything passes,; Everything changes,; Just do what you think you should do.
I fought with my twin, that enemy within, 'til both of us fell by the way.
Senor, senor, let's disconnect these cables,; Overturn these tables.; This place don't make sense to me no more.
Don't even hear a murmur of a prayer; It's not dark yet, but it's getting there.
No, no, no, it ain't me, babe
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley
Shine your light, shine your light on me; Ya know I just couldn't make it by myself.; I'm a little too blind to see
And every time you get this close; It makes me want to scream
Through the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled tales
Was that the thunder that I heard?; My head is vibrating, I feel a sharp pain
I've gained some recognition but I lost my appetite.
I've already ripped out the phones, honey.; You can't walk the streets in a war
Once I had mountains in the palm of my hand,; And rivers that ran through ev'ry day.
Behind every beautiful thing there's been some kind of pain
