Try to be pure at heart, they arrest you for robbery,;
Mistake your shyness for aloofness, your shyness for snobbery

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.

On the rising curve,;
Where the ways of nature will test every nerve,;
You won't get anything you don't deserve,;
Where we were born in time.

Yes, I know now, traps are only set by me;
And I do not really need to be;
Assured that love is just a four-letter word

Time passes slowly when you're searchin' for love.

I see people who are supposed to know better standin' around like furniture.

Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet?

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."

When my life is over, it'll be like a puff of smoke

Because something is happening here;
But you don't know what it is;
Do you, Mister Jones?

No, no, no, it ain't me, babe

All the truth in the world adds up to one big lie

Are you looking at me and thinking of somebody else?

Praise be to Nero's Neptune;
The Titanic sails at dawn;
And everybody's shouting;
Which Side Are You On?

They say ev'rything can be replaced

In the home of the brave Jefferson turnin’ over in his grave

Radiant jewel, mystical wife.

Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues;
You can tell by the way she smiles

She once was a true love of mine

We're going all the way 'til the wheels fall off and burn

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.

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

False-hearted judges dying in the webs that they spin,;
Only a matter of time 'til night comes steppin' in.

We always did feel the same,;
We just saw it from a different point of view

I'm T-boned and punctured;
But I'm known to be calm

She knows where I'd like to be;
But it doesn't matter.

Behind every beautiful thing there's been some kind of pain

You're the other half of what I am, you're the missing piece

I can tell you fancy, I can tell you plain;
You give something up for everything you gain

She was born in spring, but I was born too late

He bought me with a price,;
Freed me from the pit,;
Full of emptiness and wrath;
And the fire that burns in it.

In the fury of the moment I can see the Master's hand;
In every leaf that trembles, in every grain of sand.

Lookin' at my shadow watching the colors up above

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?

If he needs a third eye he just grows it

Someday, everything is gonna be smooth like a rhapsody

I'm going back to New York City;
I do believe I've had enough

My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,;
Should I leave them by your gate,;
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

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.

They say you're usin' voodoo, I seen your feet walk by themselves

When destruction cometh swiftly;
And there's no time to say a fare-thee-well,;
Have you decided whether you want to be;
In heaven or in hell?

The vagabond who's rapping at your door;
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore.

When you know as well as me;
You'd rather see me paralyzed

you remind me of something that used to be;
somethin' that crossed over from another century

If I shut myself off so I can't hear you cry,;
What good am I?

People disagreeing everywhere you look,;
Makes you wanna stop and read a book.

That long black cloud is comin' down

All the laughter is just making me sad

You could make me cry if you don't know.

Will I ever learn that there'll be no peace, that the war won't cease;
Until He returns?

My feet are so tired, my brain is so wired

If you're a doctor, I need a shot of love.

Maybe they'll get me and maybe they won't;
But not tonight and it won't be here;
There are things I could say but I don't;
I know the mercy of God must be near

I said, "You know they refused Jesus, too";
He said, "You're not Him"

Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley

Temptation's not an easy thing

It's too bright a light, he said, "For anybody's eyes,;
If you've never seen one it's a blessing in disguise."

We're both just one too many mornings;
An' a thousand miles behind.

Son, this ain't a dream no more, it's the real thing.

Now, I can't go back to what was, baby,;
I can't unring the bell.