If I had wings and I could fly,; I know where I would go.
Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats; Too noble to neglect; Deceived me into thinking; I had something to protect
How did I meet you? I don't know.
They'll stone ya when you're at the breakfast table.
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.
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.
I've still got the scars that the sun didn't heal
Well it's way past midnight and there are people all around; Some on their way up, some on their way down
Senor, senor, let's disconnect these cables,; Overturn these tables.; This place don't make sense to me no more.
My children will go, As soon as they grow.; Well, there ain't nothing here now to hold them.
to live outside the law, you must be honest
My love for her is taking such a long time to die
Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
They tell me revenge is sweet and from where they stand, I'm sure it is.
goodbye's too good a word, gal; so I'll just say fare thee well
there are no sins inside the Gates of Eden
The sky is trembling, And I must leave.
The party's over, and there's less and less to say
Your cracked country lips,; I still wish to kiss,; As to be under the strength of your skin.
Goodnight, my love, may the lord have mercy on us all.
Yes, I know now, traps are only set by me; And I do not really need to be; Assured that love is just a four-letter word
It's the ways of the flesh to war against the spirit; Twenty-four hours a day you can feel it and you can hear it; Using all the devices under the sun.
Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial
the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming
A saxophone someplace far off played
They say ev'rything can be replaced
Dark Beauty; Meet me at the border late tonight
If your mem'ry serves you well,; You'll remember you're the one; That called on me to call on them; To get you your favors done.
It's for myself and my friends my stories are sung.
Talk about perfection, I ain't never seen none
I looked at my watch; I looked at my wrist; I punched myself in the face with my fist
She was born in spring, but I was born too late
And the words that are used; For to get the ship confused; Will not be understood as they're spoken.
Don't follow leaders; Watch the parkin' meters
The truth was obscure, too profound and too pure, to live it you have to explode.
You will search, babe, At any cost.; But how long, babe, Can you search for what's not lost?
Since every pleasure's got an edge of pain; Pay for your ticket and don't complain
Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet?
Just what do you think you have to guard?
Do you ever wonder just what God requires?; You think He's just an errand boy to satisfy your wandering desires.
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
No knife could ever cut our love apart
Louise, she's all right, she's just near; She's delicate and seems like the mirror; But she just makes it all too concise and too clear; That Johanna's not here
I can't provide for you no easy answers,; Who are you that I should have to lie?
What's lost is lost, we can't regain what went down in the flood
If I shut myself off so I can't hear you cry,; What good am I?
Someone showed me a picture and I just laughed; Dignity never been photographed
Lookin' at my shadow watching the colors up above
Get the loot, don't be slow, we're gonna catch a trout
No time to suffer or blink; And no time to think
Try imagining a place where it's always safe and warm.
She's a hypnotist collector
I just can't fit; Yes, I believe it's time for us to quit
Heart of mine be still,; You can play with fire, But you'll get the bill
Can't you make any sound?
Well, there's voices in the night trying to be heard; I'm sitting here listening to every mind polluting word