Now there's spiritual warfare and flesh and blood breaking down.; Ya either got faith or ya got unbelief and there ain't no neutral ground.
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?
She's a hypnotist collector
I believe in the impossible, you know that I do
May you have a strong foundation; When the winds of changes shift
We heard the Sermon on the Mount and I knew it was too complex,; It didn't amount to anything more than what the broken glass reflects.
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go; To the valley below
I am hanging in the balance, of the reality of man; like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand
Put your body next to mine; And keep me company,; There is plenty a room for all,; So please don't elbow me.
It's so impossible to even learn the tune.
Darkness at the break of noon
I can tell you fancy, I can tell you plain; You give something up for everything you gain
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
The pump don't work; 'Cause the vandals took the handles
Now, don't crowd me, lady; Or I'll fill up your shoe
Well my sense of humanity has gone down the drain
Don't trust me to show you beauty; When beauty may only turn to rust.
Now the rainman gave me two cures,; Then he said, "Jump right in."; The one was Texas medicine,; The other was just railroad gin.
Well, I wanna be your lover, baby, I don't wanna be your boss.
I don't mind a reasonable amount of trouble
Now I wish I could write you a melody so plain; That could hold you dear lady from going insane
Leaving men wholly, totally free; To do anything they wish to do but die
What drives me to you is what drives me insane.
Build a fire, throw on logs; And listen to it hiss; And let it burn, burn, burn, burn; On a night like this.
They'll stone ya when you're at the breakfast table.
Ain't no reason to go anywhere.
No, no, no, it ain't me, babe
Well, I got a harmonica job, begun to play,; Blowin' my lungs out for a dollar a day.
There's some people that; You don't forget,; Even though you've only seen'm; One time or two.
'Cause he doesn't tell you jokes or fairy tales, say he's got no style.
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.
Junk is piling up, taking up space
I wish that for just one time; You could stand inside my shoes; You'd know what a drag it is; To see you
I've gained some recognition but I lost my appetite.
I'm glad to see you're still alive, you're lookin' like a saint.
She once was a true love of mine
Then she says, "I know you're an artist, draw a picture of me!"; I say, "I would if I could, but, ; I don't do sketches from memory."
You say you love me; And you're thinkin' of me,; But you know you could be wrong.
My heart's in the Highlands at the break of dawn; By the beautiful lake of the Black Swan; Big white clouds, like chariots that swing down low; Well my heart's in the Highlands; Only place left to go
If God's on our side; He'll stop the next war.
Lookin' at my shadow watching the colors up above
Someday, everything is gonna be smooth like a rhapsody
Louise, she's all right, she's just near; She's delicate and seems like the mirror; But she just makes it all too concise and too clear; That Johanna's not here
I said, "You know they refused Jesus, too"; He said, "You're not Him"
I got new eyes ; Everything looks far away
Well, if I had to do it all over again,; Babe, I'd do it all over you.
For all eternity I think I will remember; That icy wind that's howling in your eye.
Where black is the color, where none is the number
Every day of the year's like playin' Russian roulette
goodbye's too good a word, gal; so I'll just say fare thee well
I still can remember the way that you smiled
When the last rays of daylight go down; Buddy, you'll roll no more; I can hear the church bells ringing in the yard; I wonder who they're ringing for
If you get close to her, kiss her once for me
Ain't complaining 'bout what I got; Seen better times, but who has not?
Everything passes,; Everything changes,; Just do what you think you should do.
It's the ways of the flesh to war against the spirit; Twenty-four hours a day you can feel it and you can hear it; Using all the devices under the sun.
What kind of sign they need when it all come from within
