It's many a guard;
That stands around smilin',;
Holdin' his club;
Like he was a king.
All right, I'll take a chance, I will fall in love with you
I'm going back to New York City;
I do believe I've had enough
The party's over, and there's less and less to say
Shall I hold you close?;
Or Shall I let you go by?;
Tell me.;
Tell me.
Goodnight, my love, may the lord have mercy on us all.
You're the other half of what I am, you're the missing piece
goodbye's too good a word, gal;
so I'll just say fare thee well
he not busy being born, Is busy dying
It's mighty funny;
the end of time has just begun
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle like a bowl of soup
I looked at my watch;
I looked at my wrist;
I punched myself in the face with my fist
If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born
Through the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled tales
If I ever lose her I will go insane;
I go half crazy when she calls my name
Idiot wind, blowing through the buttons of our coats,;
Blowing through the letters that we wrote.
Ring them bells, for the time that flies,;
For the child that cries;
When innocence dies.
Have I surrendered to the will of God;
Or am I still acting like the boss?
Well, you're so bad and nasty;
But I love you, yes I do
Well, the road is rocky and the hillside's mud;
Up over my head nothing but clouds of blood
I'm in the streets;
With the tombstone blues
I'm sick of love but I'm in the thick of it
I wasn't born to lose you.
A million faces at my feet;
But all I see are dark eyes
May you have a strong foundation;
When the winds of changes shift
People are crazy and times are strange
Not one more night, not one more kiss,;
Not this time baby, no more of this,;
Takes too much skill, takes too much will,;
It's revealing.
All the people we used to know;
Are an illusion to me now
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley
All the tired horses in the sun;
How'm I supposed to get any ridin' done? Hmm.
