There's some people that; You don't forget,; Even though you've only seen'm; One time or two.
You lose yourself, you reappear
If dogs run free, why not me; Across the swamp of time?
Put my tears in a bottle
Screw the top on tight
Down the highway, down the tracks, down the road to ecstasy,; I followed you beneath the stars, hounded by your memory,; And all your ragin' glory.
if every bone in his body was broken he would never admit it
When you think that you lost everything; You find out you can always lose a little more
Any day now, any day now,; I shall be released.
Idiot wind, blowing through the buttons of our coats,; Blowing through the letters that we wrote.
But is your heart made out of stone, or is it lime; Or is it just solid rock?
the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming
When I met you, baby,; You didn't show no visible scars.
That long black cloud is comin' down
I must admit I felt a little uneasy; When she bent down to tie the laces of my shoe
They tell me everything is gonna be all right; But I don't know what "all right" even means
Can't you hear that motor turnin'?; Automobile comin' into style
When I'm all alone; In the great unknown,; I'll remember you.
Our conversation was short and sweet; It nearly swept me off-a my feet.
But the magician is quicker and his game; Is much thicker than blood and blacker than ink
I'm sick of love but I'm in the thick of it
The angels play on their horns all day,; The whole earth in progression seems to pass by.; But does anyone hear the music they play,; Does anyone even try?
Sundown, yellow moon, I replay the past; I know every scene by heart, they all went by so fast
I said, "You know they refused Jesus, too"; He said, "You're not Him"
Well, you're on your own, you always were,; In a land of wolves and thieves.
I was in your presence for an hour or so; Or was it a day? I truly don't know.
There's no one here, the gardener is gone
There's only one step down from here, baby,; It's called the land of permanent bliss.
My children will go, As soon as they grow.; Well, there ain't nothing here now to hold them.
You're gonna have to serve somebody.
People disagreeing everywhere you look,; Makes you wanna stop and read a book.
May you have a strong foundation; When the winds of changes shift
people don’t live or die, people just float
Wiggle 'til you're high, wiggle 'til you're higher,; Wiggle 'til you vomit fire
And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it
There are those who worship loneliness, I'm not one of them
I like the cool way you look at me,; Everything about you is bringing me; Misery.
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.
I'm T-boned and punctured; But I'm known to be calm
I stood alone upon the ridge and all I did was watch.
You have explained every mystery.; What can I do for You?
Don't the moon look good, mama, Shinin' through the trees?
Hot chili peppers in the blistering sun
Go melt back into the night, babe,; Everything inside is made of stone.; There's nothing in here moving, An' anyway I'm not alone.
The sky is erupting, I must go where it's quiet.
God is in heaven; And we all want what's his; But power and greed and corruptible seed; Seem to be all that there is
Now, I can't go back to what was, baby,; I can't unring the bell.
The party's over, and there's less and less to say
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.
Some things in life, it gets too late to learn
No, no, no, it ain't me, babe
And you never ask questions; When God's on your side.
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,; Should I leave them by your gate,; Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
Do I need your permission to turn the other cheek?; If you can read my mind, why must I speak?
Won't you descend from the throne, from where you sit?
The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense.; Take what you have gathered from coincidence.
This wheel shall explode!
Have I surrendered to the will of God; Or am I still acting like the boss?
