Searching for my double, looking for; Complete evaporation to the core
My so-called friends have fallen under a spell.; They look me squarely in the eye and they say, "All is well."; Can they imagine the darkness that will fall from on high; When men will beg God to kill them and they won't be able to die?
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go; To the valley below
So take heed, take heed of the western wind
I couldn't see where we were goin'; But you said you knew an' I took your word
The birds are flyin' low babe, honey I feel so exposed
Our conversation was short and sweet; It nearly swept me off-a my feet.
Now you stand here expectin' me to remember somethin' you forgot to say
Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.
It was then that I got up to leave; But she said, "Don't forget,; Everybody must give something back; For something they get."
Twenty years of schoolin' and they put you on the day shift
We're both just one too many mornings; An' a thousand miles behind.
your pleasure knows no limits
Well, You've done it all and there's no more anyone can pretend to do.; What can I do for You?
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
I see, I see lovers in the meadow; I see, I see silhouettes in the window; I watch them 'til they're gone and they leave me hanging on ; To a shadow
Ever since you walked right in, the circle's been complete
All he believes are his eyes, And his eyes, they just tell him lies
All the truth in the world adds up to one big lie
Let me ask you one question; Is your money that good
If I ever lose her I will go insane; I go half crazy when she calls my name
Was that the thunder that I heard?; My head is vibrating, I feel a sharp pain
You lose yourself, you reappear
'Cause he doesn't tell you jokes or fairy tales, say he's got no style.
Through the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled tales
Don't trust me to show you beauty; When beauty may only turn to rust.
If God's on our side; He'll stop the next war.
he not busy being born, Is busy dying
as long as the world keeps a-turnin', I just keep a-turnin' too.
I stood alone upon the ridge and all I did was watch.
I'll give you more gold; Than your apron can hold; If you'll only let your hair hang low
I wish, I wish, I wish in vain,; That we could sit simply in that room again.
Darkness at the break of noon
You don't need a weather man; To know which way the wind blows
Well, the road is rocky and the hillside's mud; Up over my head nothing but clouds of blood
Everybody must get stoned.
Oh a false clock tries to tick out my time
Scorpio Sphinx in a calico dress
It's too hot to sleep time is running away
Train wheels runnin' through the back of my memory
Someone showed me a picture and I just laughed; Dignity never been photographed
Give me a string bean, I'm a hungry man.
And the dirt of gossip blows into my face,; And the dust of rumors covers me.
Build a fire, throw on logs; And listen to it hiss; And let it burn, burn, burn, burn; On a night like this.
My conscience is beginning to bother me today.
Your temperature's too hot for taming
Lay down your weary tune, lay down,; Lay down the song you strum,; And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings; No voice can hope to hum.
Won't you dance with me?; I'm fallin' in love with you.
I thought somehow that I would be spared this fate
I see people who are supposed to know better standin' around like furniture.
But the magician is quicker and his game; Is much thicker than blood and blacker than ink
Some things are too hot to touch; The human mind can only stand so much
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.
I got nothing left to burn
They said it was the land of milk and honey,; now they say it's the land of money.; Who ever thought they could ever make that stick.
I've already ripped out the phones, honey.; You can't walk the streets in a war
Silver and gold; Won't buy back the beat of a heart grown cold
Ain't no reason to go anywhere.
Well, the chances are against it and the odds are slim,; That he'll live by the rules that the world makes for him
