You speak to me; In sign language; As I'm eating a sandwich
Do you know where we're headin'?; Lincoln County Road or Armageddon?
As the last fire truck from hell; Goes rolling by, all good people are praying
Don't you know there's nothing new that's under the sun?; Well, there ain't no man righteous, no not one.
They'll stone you when you're playing your guitar.
I'm going out of my mind; With a pain that stops and starts
How long can I stay drunk on fear out in the wilderness?
May you build a ladder to the stars; And climb on every rung.
She lit a burner on the stove and offered me a pipe; "I thought you'd never say hello," she said; "You look like the silent type."
Now somebody's got to show their hand, time is an enemy
I'm T-boned and punctured; But I'm known to be calm
Give me a string bean, I'm a hungry man.
I still believe she was my twin, but I lost the ring.
But I mean no harm nor put fault, On anyone that lives in a vault, But it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him.
If you want to live easy
Baby pack your clothes with mine
They got him on conspiracy, they were never sure who with.
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
I see nothing to be gained by any explanation; There are no words that need to be said
The pump don't work; 'Cause the vandals took the handles
Too many thoughts get in the way in the day
And I, I don't mind the pain; Don't mind the driving rain; I know I will sustain; 'Cause I believe in you.
It's the last temptation; The last account; The last time you might hear the sermon on the mount,; The last radio is playing.
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.
Now, don't crowd me, lady; Or I'll fill up your shoe
Well my house is on fire, burning to the sky
When he died I was hopin' that it wasn't contagious
They tell me everything is gonna be all right; But I don't know what "all right" even means
Look into infinity, all you see is trouble.
I said, "You know they refused Jesus, too"; He said, "You're not Him"
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.
I want to thank You, Lord,; I just want to thank You, Lord,; Thank You, Lord.
Down the highway, down the tracks, down the road to ecstasy,; I followed you beneath the stars, hounded by your memory,; And all your ragin' glory.
I don't wanna be hers, I wanna be yours.
Handy dandy, he got a basket of flowers and a bag full or sorrow
That long black cloud is comin' down
Man's ego is inflated, his laws are outdated, they don't apply no more
Heart of mine be still,; You can play with fire, But you'll get the bill
Sometimes the devil likes to drive you from the neighborhood.; He'll even work his ways through those whose intentions are good.
All the laughter is just making me sad
If there's a poor boy on the street,; Then let him have my seat; 'Cause tonight I'll be staying here with you.
Time passes slowly when you're searchin' for love.
if every bone in his body was broken he would never admit it
as long as the world keeps a-turnin', I just keep a-turnin' too.
How did I meet you? I don't know.
Oh a false clock tries to tick out my time
I don't need any reminder; To know how much I really care
I got new eyes ; Everything looks far away
They say ev'rything can be replaced
If I shut myself off so I can't hear you cry,; What good am I?
This time tomorrow I'll know you better; When my memory is not so short.
My love she speaks like silence
Time is all I have to give
They say you're usin' voodoo, I seen your feet walk by themselves
It's too bright a light, he said, "For anybody's eyes,; If you've never seen one it's a blessing in disguise."
I can still hear the sounds of those Methodist bells; I'd taken the cure and had just gotten through
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley
But the magician is quicker and his game; Is much thicker than blood and blacker than ink
I'm hungry and I'm irritable; And I'm tired of this bag of tricks.; At one time there was nothing wrong with me; That you could not fix.
Oh, the only decent thing I did when I worked as a postal clerk; Was to haul your picture down off the wall near the cage where I used to work.; Was I a fool or not to try to protect your identity?; You looked a little burned out, my friend,; I thought it might be up to me.
