I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it

Well it's way past midnight and there are people all around;
Some on their way up, some on their way down

Oh a false clock tries to tick out my time

If God's on our side;
He'll stop the next war.

You can make me cry;
Never say goodbye

Now I wish I could write you a melody so plain;
That could hold you dear lady from going insane

Time is all I have to give

Well the desert is hot, the mountain is cursed,;
Pray that I don't die of thirst,;
Baby, two feet from the well.

You lose yourself, you reappear

They said it was the land of milk and honey,;
now they say it's the land of money.;
Who ever thought they could ever make that stick.

Oh, the only decent thing I did when I worked as a postal clerk;
Was to haul your picture down off the wall near the cage where I used to work.;
Was I a fool or not to try to protect your identity?;
You looked a little burned out, my friend,;
I thought it might be up to me.

I'm just sitting here beating on my trumpet

He looks so truthful, is this how he feels;
Trying to peel the moon and expose it

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.

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 I had wings and I could fly,;
I know where I would go.

They'll stone you when you're playing your guitar.

Sometimes the devil likes to drive you from the neighborhood.;
He'll even work his ways through those whose intentions are good.

I still got my voice left, I can take it anywhere I go

Well, You've done it all and there's no more anyone can pretend to do.;
What can I do for You?

Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats;
Too noble to neglect;
Deceived me into thinking;
I had something to protect

Handy dandy, he got a basket of flowers and a bag full or sorrow

He said his name was Columbus;
I just said, "Good luck."

Well my house is on fire, burning to the sky

I'm in love with the Ugliest Girl in the World

It's so impossible to even learn the tune.

Now, a very great man once said;
That some people rob you with a fountain pen.;
It didn't take too long to find out;
Just what he was talkin' about.

There's only one step down from here, baby,;
It's called the land of permanent bliss.

If you want somebody you can trust, trust yourself.

You were trying to break into another world;
A world I never knew.;
I always kind of wondered;
If you ever made it through.

All the tired horses in the sun;
How'm I supposed to get any ridin' done? Hmm.

Darkness at the break of noon

It's mighty funny;
the end of time has just begun

And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it

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.

What happened to the real you, you've been captured but by whom?

With haunted hearts through the heat and cold We never thought we could ever get old

There's some people that;
You don't forget,;
Even though you've only seen'm;
One time or two.

As his youth now unfolds;
He is centuries old;
Just to see him at play makes me smile;
No matter what happens to me;
No matter what my destiny;
Lord, protect my child

Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.

Twenty years of schoolin' and they put you on the day shift

Junk is piling up, taking up space

I know God is my shield and he won't lead me astray

Well, the road is rocky and the hillside's mud;
Up over my head nothing but clouds of blood

How long can I stay drunk on fear out in the wilderness?

One of these days and it won't be long;
Going down in the valley and sing my song;
I will sing it loud and sing it strong;
Let the echo decide if I was right or wrong

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

There's no one here, the gardener is gone

Now, when I was just a bawlin' child,;
I saw what I wanted to be

Ain't no altars on this long and lonesome road

Won't you dance with me?;
I'm fallin' in love with you.

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

I'll see you later when I'm not so out of my head,;
Maybe next time I'll let the dead bury the dead.

Well, it's always been my nature to take chances;
My right hand drawing back while my left hand advances

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."

I still believe she was my twin, but I lost the ring.

Time passes slowly when you're lost in a dream.

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

So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late.