May you build a ladder to the stars;
And climb on every rung.

Well, I got a harmonica job, begun to play,;
Blowin' my lungs out for a dollar a day.

I don't want to fake you out

Now, a very great man once said;
That some people rob you with a fountain pen.;
It didn't take too long to find out;
Just what he was talkin' about.

All the people we used to know;
Are an illusion to me now

While my conscience explodes;
The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain

In the smoke of the twilight on a milk-white steed,;
Michelangelo indeed could've carved out your features.

People ask about you;
I didn't tell them everything I knew

When He rose from the dead, did they believe?

Now, don't crowd me, lady;
Or I'll fill up your shoe

Have I surrendered to the will of God;
Or am I still acting like the boss?

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.

it is not he or she or them or it;
That you belong to.

They like to take all this money from sin, build big universities to study in;
Sing Amazing Grace all the way to the Swiss banks

Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse

Your mind is your temple, keep it beautiful and free,;
Don't let an egg get laid in it by something you can't see.

Leaving men wholly, totally free;
To do anything they wish to do but die

Don't you cry and don't you die and don't you burn

Ain't complaining 'bout what I got;
Seen better times, but who has not?

Never could learn to drink that blood;
And call it wine

Well, I asked for something to eat;
I'm hungry as a hog;
So I get brown rice, seaweed;
And a dirty hot dog

If you're lookin' to get silly;
You better go back to from where you came

All the tired horses in the sun;
How'm I supposed to get any ridin' done? Hmm.

But the enemy I see wears a cloak of decency,;
All non-believers and men stealers talkin' in the name of religion

I stood alone upon the ridge and all I did was watch.

It's so impossible to even learn the tune.

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

When my life is over, it'll be like a puff of smoke,;
How long must I suffer, Lord, how long must I be provoked?;
Satan will give you a little taste, then he'll move in with rapid speed,;
Lord keep my blind side covered and see that I don't bleed.

Lookin' at my shadow watching the colors up above

Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.