Someday, everything is gonna be smooth like a rhapsody
There are those who worship loneliness, I'm not one of them
Gon' walk on down until I'm right beside the sun; I'm gonna have to put up a barrier to keep myself away from everyone.
Gon' walk on down that dirt road 'til I'm right beside the sun
Try to be pure at heart, they arrest you for robbery,; Mistake your shyness for aloofness, your shyness for snobbery
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
They'll stone ya when you're at the breakfast table.
I'm in the streets; With the tombstone blues
But is your heart made out of stone, or is it lime; Or is it just solid rock?
You know, the streets are filled with vipers; Who've lost all ray of hope,; You know, it ain't even safe no more; In the palace of the Pope.
The truth was obscure, too profound and too pure, to live it you have to explode.
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.
The country music station plays soft; but there's nothing, really nothing, to turn off
Leaving men wholly, totally free; To do anything they wish to do but die
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've still got the scars that the sun didn't heal
I just can't fit; Yes, I believe it's time for us to quit
Pain sure brings out the best in people, doesn't it?
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
But I will be back, I will survive,; You'll never get rid of me as long as you're alive.
Handy dandy, he got a basket of flowers and a bag full or sorrow
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Time passes slowly when you're lost in a dream.
I got new eyes ; Everything looks far away
as long as the world keeps a-turnin', I just keep a-turnin' too.
You don't need a weather man; To know which way the wind blows
Does she know I still care?
I can change, I swear, oh, oh,; See what you can do.; I can make it through,; You can make it too.
Everybody is making love
Or else expecting rain
I'm in a cowboy band
Am I no longer a part of your plans or your dreams?
Well, the chances are against it and the odds are slim,; That he'll live by the rules that the world makes for him
Lost time is not found again
If you're lookin' to get silly; You better go back to from where you came
Try imagining a place where it's always safe and warm.
You should be made; To wear earphones
Oh, baby, that god you been prayin' to; Is gonna give ya back what you're wishin' on someone else
So long, New York.; Howdy, East Orange.
And then you told me later, as I apologized; That you were just kiddin' me, you weren't really from the farm
I finally realize there's no room for regret
In the home of the brave
Jefferson turnin’ over in his grave
You can pound on the President's gate; But you oughta know by now it's gonna be too late.
Well, I try my best; To be just like I am,; But everybody wants you; To be just like them.
You have explained every mystery.; What can I do for You?
The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder
Don't you know there's nothing new that's under the sun?; Well, there ain't no man righteous, no not one.
He bought me with a price,; Freed me from the pit,; Full of emptiness and wrath; And the fire that burns in it.
Sometimes the devil likes to drive you from the neighborhood.; He'll even work his ways through those whose intentions are good.
Sometimes I wanna take to the road and plunder
I wasn't born to lose you.
Roses are red, violets are blue; And time is beginning to crawl
Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.
Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?
I'm listening to Neil Young, I gotta turn up the sound; Someone's always yelling turn it down
You cast your spell and I went under,; I find it so difficult to leave.
But it's like I'm stuck inside a painting; That's hanging in the Louvre
