I just can't fit; Yes, I believe it's time for us to quit
Sometimes I feel so low-down and disgusted
The drinks are ready and the dogs are going to war
You have explained every mystery.; What can I do for You?
This wheel shall explode!
If there's a poor boy on the street,; Then let him have my seat; 'Cause tonight I'll be staying here with you.
Our conversation was short and sweet; It nearly swept me off-a my feet.
No, no, no, it ain't me, babe
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.
Drinkin' man listens to the voice he hears; In a crowded room full of covered up mirrors; Lookin' into the lost forgotten years; For dignity
Everybody is making love
Or else expecting rain
If you don't believe there's a price for this sweet paradise, remind me to show you the, scars.
Will I ever learn that there'll be no peace, that the war won't cease; Until He returns?
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late.
I fought with my twin, that enemy within, 'til both of us fell by the way.
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
Well, the road is rocky and the hillside's mud; Up over my head nothing but clouds of blood
The ghost of 'lectricity howls in the bones of her face
They used to grow food in Kansas; Now they want to grow it on the moon and eat it raw.; I can see the day coming when even your home garden; Is gonna be against the law.
Roses are red, violets are blue; And time is beginning to crawl
Gon' walk on down that dirt road 'til I'm right beside the sun
Sometimes I wonder what it's gonna take; To find dignity
It's many a guard; That stands around smilin',; Holdin' his club; Like he was a king.
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
Either I'm too sensitive or else I'm gettin' soft.
Time passes slowly when you're lost in a dream.
the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming
I can still hear the sounds of those Methodist bells; I'd taken the cure and had just gotten through
Pain sure brings out the best in people, doesn't it?
Run your fingers down my spine; Bring me a touch of bliss
I've been walking through the middle of nowhere; Trying to get to heaven before they close the door
You will search, babe, At any cost.; But how long, babe, Can you search for what's not lost?
Your magnetic movements; Still capture the minutes I'm in.
I still believe she was my twin, but I lost the ring.
Well it's way past midnight and there are people all around; Some on their way up, some on their way down
don't criticize; what you can't understand.
I finally realize there's no room for regret
Won't you dance with me?; I'm fallin' in love with you.
He got an all girl orchestra and when he says; "Strike up the band," they hit it
But the magician is quicker and his game; Is much thicker than blood and blacker than ink
Sooner or later, one of us must know; That I really did try to get close to you
All my friends have told me; If I hang around with you; That I'll go blind
the cops don't need you; and man they expect the same
When destruction cometh swiftly; And there's no time to say a fare-thee-well,; Have you decided whether you want to be; In heaven or in hell?
We're both just one too many mornings; An' a thousand miles behind.
The birds are flyin' low babe, honey I feel so exposed
Guess it's too late to say the things to you; That you needed to hear me say.
I hate myself for lovin' you and the weakness that it showed; You were just a painted face on a trip down Suicide Road
Truth is an arrow and the gate is narrow that it passes through
Ever since you walked right in, the circle's been complete
And they're breaking down the distance; Between right and wrong.
Nobody feels any pain
Scorpio Sphinx in a calico dress
You're the one I've been looking for,; You're the one that's got the key.; But I can't figure out whether I'm too good for you; Or you're too good for me.
A saxophone someplace far off played
She was born in spring, but I was born too late
The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense.; Take what you have gathered from coincidence.
