She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns.
While my conscience explodes;
The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain
Man's ego is inflated, his laws are outdated, they don't apply no more
Well, I don't have to be no doctor, babe,;
To see that you're madly in love.
So long, New York.;
Howdy, East Orange.
Don't have to look no further, you're the soul of many things.
Did I miss the mark or;
Over-step the line;
That only you could see?
I just can't fit;
Yes, I believe it's time for us to quit
Has the record been breaking,;
Did the needle just skip
In the hills of mystery,;
In the foggy web of destiny,;
You can have what's left of me,;
Where we were born in time.
Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet?
Well it's way past midnight and there are people all around;
Some on their way up, some on their way down
Whatever you gonna do,;
Please do it fast.
They'll stone you when you're playing your guitar.
You say you love me;
And you're thinkin' of me,;
But you know you could be wrong.
I said, "You know they refused Jesus, too";
He said, "You're not Him"
There's no one here, the gardener is gone
Don't you know there's nothing new that's under the sun?;
Well, there ain't no man righteous, no not one.
Seen the arrow on the doorpost;
Saying, "This land is condemned;
All the way from New Orleans;
To Jerusalem."
Get the loot, don't be slow, we're gonna catch a trout
I ain't sayin' you treated me unkind;
You could have done better but I don't mind;
You just kinda wasted my precious time
Well, the chances are against it and the odds are slim,;
That he'll live by the rules that the world makes for him
We're going all the way 'til the wheels fall off and burn
But the enemy I see
Wears a cloak of decency
Just what do you think you have to guard?
We never thought we could ever get old.;
We thought we could sit forever in fun
'Twas then that I knew what he had on his mind.
Do I need your permission to turn the other cheek?;
If you can read my mind, why must I speak?
We're both just one too many mornings;
An' a thousand miles behind.
Temptation's not an easy thing
