Ever since you walked right in, the circle's been complete
May you always know the truth; And see the lights surrounding you.
The vagabond who's rapping at your door; Is standing in the clothes that you once wore.
Shine your light, shine your light on me; Ya know I just couldn't make it by myself.; I'm a little too blind to see
And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it
Could you ever be true?
The world of illusion is at my door
You say you love me; And you're thinkin' of me,; But you know you could be wrong.
The sun's not yellow it's chicken
Train wheels runnin' through the back of my memory
And every one of them words rang true; And glowed like burnin' coal; Pourin' off of every page; Like it was written in my soul from me to you
I'm goin' down to Tennessee,; Get me a truck 'r somethin'.; Gonna save my money and rip it up!
You don't need a weather man; To know which way the wind blows
Satan whispers to ya, "Well, I don't want to bore ya,; But when ya get tired of the Miss So-and-so I got another woman for ya."
Oh what dear daughter 'neath the sun; Would treat a father so,; To wait upon him hand and foot; And always tell him, "No"?
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
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go; To the valley below
Now somebody's got to show their hand, time is an enemy
Oh, some of us'll end up; In St. Cloud Prison,; And some of us'll wind up, To be lawyers and things
Sometimes I wonder what it's gonna take; To find dignity
And, when I was through; I filled up my shoe; And brought it to you.
I've gained some recognition but I lost my appetite.
Well, the chances are against it and the odds are slim,; That he'll live by the rules that the world makes for him
Sometimes I wanna take to the road and plunder
I know it looks like I'm moving, but I'm standing still
I look into the eyes of my merciful friend
And then I ask myself, is this the end?
Memories linger, sad yet sweet
And I think of the souls in heaven who will meet
I hate myself for lovin' you and the weakness that it showed; You were just a painted face on a trip down Suicide Road
People ask about you; I didn't tell them everything I knew
If the bible is right, the world will explode
Everybody must get stoned.
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.
We're going all the way 'til the wheels fall off and burn
I have dined with kings, I've been offered wings, And I've never been too impressed.
False-hearted judges dying in the webs that they spin,; Only a matter of time 'til night comes steppin' in.
What kind of sign they need when it all come from within
Goodnight, my love, may the lord have mercy on us all.
I'm hungry and I'm irritable; And I'm tired of this bag of tricks.; At one time there was nothing wrong with me; That you could not fix.
As the last fire truck from hell; Goes rolling by, all good people are praying
There was music in the cafes at night; And revolution in the air.
What's lost is lost, we can't regain what went down in the flood
Oh ev'ry foe that ever I faced
The cause was there before we came.
While my conscience explodes; The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain
It's all been designed, he said, "To make you lose your mind,; And when you go back to find it, there's nothing there to find."
They'll stone ya when you're at the breakfast table.
I was all right 'til I fell in love with you
Try to be pure at heart, they arrest you for robbery,; Mistake your shyness for aloofness, your shyness for snobbery
Am I no longer a part of your plans or your dreams?
Ain't no altars on this long and lonesome road
Gon' walk on down that dirt road 'til I'm right beside the sun
Truth is an arrow and the gate is narrow that it passes through
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.
And the dirt of gossip blows into my face,; And the dust of rumors covers me.
He got an all girl orchestra and when he says; "Strike up the band," they hit it
The door has closed forevermore
If indeed there ever was a door
Don't trust me to show you beauty; When beauty may only turn to rust.
Let the wind blow low, let the wind blow high.; One day the little boy and the little girl were both baked in a pie.
That long black cloud is comin' down
if there's an original thought out there, I could use it right now
