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.
Sooner or later, one of us must know; That I really did try to get close to you
No time to suffer or blink; And no time to think
Don’t think twice, it’s all right
There's no one here, the gardener is gone
Well my nerves are exploding and my body's tense; I feel like the whole world got me pinned up against the fence
What good am I if I know and don't do,; I If I see and don't say, if I look right through you
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Tell her she can look me up if she's got the time.
They used to grow food in Kansas; Now they want to grow it on the moon and eat it raw.; I can see the day coming when even your home garden; Is gonna be against the law.
It's many a guard; That stands around smilin',; Holdin' his club; Like he was a king.
time is running backwards
Look into infinity, all you see is trouble.
Train wheels runnin' through the back of my memory
You got a lotta nerve; To say you are my friend
to live outside the law, you must be honest
Man's ego is inflated, his laws are outdated, they don't apply no more
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley
I'm goin' down to Tennessee,; Get me a truck 'r somethin'.; Gonna save my money and rip it up!
Since every pleasure's got an edge of pain; Pay for your ticket and don't complain
There was music in the cafes at night; And revolution in the air.
I can't provide for you no easy answers,; Who are you that I should have to lie?
If you're lookin' to get silly; You better go back to from where you came
Some things are too hot to touch; The human mind can only stand so much
Don't even hear a murmur of a prayer; It's not dark yet, but it's getting there.
Oh, some of us'll end up; In St. Cloud Prison,; And some of us'll wind up, To be lawyers and things
Love is so simple, to quote a phrase,; You've known it all the time, I'm learnin' it these days.
But the enemy I see wears a cloak of decency,; All non-believers and men stealers talkin' in the name of religion
Too many thoughts get in the way in the day
Cities on fire, phones out of order
Well, there's voices in the night trying to be heard; I'm sitting here listening to every mind polluting word
Now somebody's got to show their hand, time is an enemy
Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats; Too noble to neglect; Deceived me into thinking; I had something to protect
He looks so truthful, is this how he feels; Trying to peel the moon and expose it
Just what do you think you have to guard?
What's lost is lost, we can't regain what went down in the flood
I've been walking through the middle of nowhere; Trying to get to heaven before they close the door
I can smile in the face of mankind.; Don't even remember what her lips felt like on mine; Most of the time.
And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it
Behind every beautiful thing there's been some kind of pain
They'll stone ya when you're at the breakfast table.
goodbye's too good a word, gal; so I'll just say fare thee well
Rock me, pretty baby, rock me 'til everything gets real; Rock me for a little while, rock me 'til there's nothing left to feel; And I'll rock you too
Well, I'm livin' in a foreign country but I'm bound to cross the line,; Beauty walks a razor's edge, someday I'll make it mine.
Reality has always had too many heads
What happened to the real you, you've been captured but by whom?
Precious angel, you believe me when I say; What God has given to us no man can take away.
Put your body next to mine; And keep me company,; There is plenty a room for all,; So please don't elbow me.
The night is pitch black, come an' make my; Pale face fit into place, ah, please!
So take heed, take heed of the western wind
Well I don't dare close my eyes and I don't dare wink; Maybe in the next life I'll be able to hear myself think
I'd never say; That I done it the way; That you'd have liked me to.
Through the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled tales
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.
Most of the time; I can't even be sure; If she was ever with me; Or if I was with her.
And the dirt of gossip blows into my face,; And the dust of rumors covers me.
Ring them bells, for the time that flies,; For the child that cries; When innocence dies.
In the day of confession; We cannot mock a soul.; Oh, when there's too much of nothing,; No one has control.
