You cast your spell and I went under,; I find it so difficult to leave.
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.
Oh a false clock tries to tick out my time
Either I'm too sensitive or else I'm gettin' soft.
I've paid the price of solitude, but at last I'm out of debt.
I see people who are supposed to know better standin' around like furniture.
She's got everything she needs,; She's an artist, she don't look back
It was gravity which pulled us down and destiny which broke us apart
This wheel shall explode!
I know God is my shield and he won't lead me astray
The country music station plays soft; but there's nothing, really nothing, to turn off
Someone showed me a picture and I just laughed; Dignity never been photographed
Yes, I see you on your window ledge; But I can't tell just how far away you are from the edge
I'm sick of love but I'm in the thick of it
You can't get to glory by the raising and the lowering of no flag.; Put your goodness next to God's and it comes out like a filthy rag.
But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here,; All the pigeons gonna run to him.
Because something is happening here; But you don't know what it is; Do you, Mister Jones?
Always on the outside of whatever side there was,; When they asked him why it had to be that way, "Well," he answered, "just because."
But is your heart made out of stone, or is it lime; Or is it just solid rock?
Where black is the color, where none is the number
I'm already there in my mind; And that's good enough for now
Put your body next to mine; And keep me company,; There is plenty a room for all,; So please don't elbow me.
I don't need no alibi when I'm spending time with you.; I've heard all of them rumors and you have heard 'em too.
Have you got some unfinished business?; Is there something holding you back?; Are you thinking for yourself; Or are you following the pack?
I'm walking through streets that are dead
She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns.
May you always know the truth; And see the lights surrounding you.
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.
A saxophone someplace far off played
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it
And I, I don't mind the pain; Don't mind the driving rain; I know I will sustain; 'Cause I believe in you.
I'm going out of my mind; With a pain that stops and starts
It's many a guard; That stands around smilin',; Holdin' his club; Like he was a king.
You could ride like Annie Oakley,; You could shoot like Belle Starr.
It's so impossible to even learn the tune.
I'll see you later when I'm not so out of my head,; Maybe next time I'll let the dead bury the dead.
Ain't complaining 'bout what I got; Seen better times, but who has not?
Oh, but if I had the stars from the darkest night,; And the diamonds from the deepest ocean,; I'd forsake them all for your sweet kiss,; For that's all I'm wishin' to be ownin'.
your pleasure knows no limits
There's no one here, the gardener is gone
I seen the kingdoms of the world and it's makin' me feel afraid.
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.
I finally realize there's no room for regret
You're the one I adore, come over here and give me more
I'm going back to New York City; I do believe I've had enough
Oh what dear daughter 'neath the sun; Would treat a father so,; To wait upon him hand and foot; And always tell him, "No"?
The sky is trembling, And I must leave.
Your loyalty is not to me; But to the stars above
I'm in love with a woman who don't even appeal to me
People ask about you; I didn't tell them everything I knew
Oh, some of us'll end up; In St. Cloud Prison,; And some of us'll wind up, To be lawyers and things
'Cause he doesn't tell you jokes or fairy tales, say he's got no style.
Hot chili peppers in the blistering sun
Some things last longer than you think they will; There are some kind of things you can never kill
In the home of the brave
Jefferson turnin’ over in his grave
Whatever you gonna do,; Please do it fast.
goodbye's too good a word, gal; so I'll just say fare thee well
