I don't need any reminder; To know how much I really care
Boys in the street beginning to play; Girls like birds flying away
Don't know if I saw you, if I would kiss you or kill you; It probably wouldn't matter to you anyhow
And the dirt of gossip blows into my face,; And the dust of rumors covers me.
I'm sick of love but I'm in the thick of it
For the loser now; Will be later to win
Some things are too hot to touch; The human mind can only stand so much
In the home of the brave
Jefferson turnin’ over in his grave
In the smoke of the twilight on a milk-white steed,; Michelangelo indeed could've carved out your features.
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
My head tells me it's time to make a change; But my heart is telling me I love ya but you're strange.
At the corrida we'll sit in the shade; And watch the young torero stand alone.; We'll drink tequila where our grandfathers stayed; When they rode with Villa into Torreon.
If I had wings and I could fly,; I know where I would go.
I must be guilty of something,; You just whisper it into my ear.
So take heed, take heed of the western wind
Saw you drift into infinity and come back again
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.
I still got my voice left, I can take it anywhere I go
This wheel shall explode!
Well, anybody can be just like me, obviously; But then, now again, not too many can be like you, fortunately.
And the words that are used; For to get the ship confused; Will not be understood as they're spoken.
I couldn't see where we were goin'; But you said you knew an' I took your word
Temptation's not an easy thing
It's mighty funny; the end of time has just begun
Just like you I'm wondrin' what I'm doin' here.; Just like you I'm wondrin' what's goin' on.
I've already ripped out the phones, honey.; You can't walk the streets in a war
Oh what dear daughter 'neath the sun; Would treat a father so,; To wait upon him hand and foot; And always tell him, "No"?
May you build a ladder to the stars; And climb on every rung.
And if my thought-dreams could be seen, They'd probably put my head in a guillotine
Leaving men wholly, totally free; To do anything they wish to do but die
And, when I was through; I filled up my shoe; And brought it to you.
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
Yesterday everything was going too fast; Today, it's moving too slow
The vagabond who's rapping at your door; Is standing in the clothes that you once wore.
Don't have to look no further, you're the soul of many things.
All the tired horses in the sun; How'm I supposed to get any ridin' done? Hmm.
I know it looks like I'm moving, but I'm standing still
I want to thank You, Lord,; I just want to thank You, Lord,; Thank You, Lord.
Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
How does it feel
She's a hypnotist collector
Could you ever be true?
The world of illusion is at my door
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
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.
I'm just sitting here beating on my trumpet
Every time you leave and go off someplace,; Things fall to pieces in my face
Your loyalty is not to me; But to the stars above
Well, I wake in the morning, Fold my hands and pray for rain.; I got a head full of ideas, That are drivin' me insane.
And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it
What kind of sign they need when it all come from within
I still can remember the way that you smiled
Well, they're not showing any lights tonight; And there's no moon.
Sometimes the devil likes to drive you from the neighborhood.; He'll even work his ways through those whose intentions are good.
Nations are angry, cursed are some,; People are expecting a false peace to come.
You breathed on me and made my life a richer one to live,; When I was deep in poverty you taught me how to give
I need a steam shovel mama to keep away the dead
Don’t think twice, it’s all right
When the last rays of daylight go down; Buddy, you'll roll no more; I can hear the church bells ringing in the yard; I wonder who they're ringing for
