Are you looking at me and thinking of somebody else?

And then you told me later, as I apologized;
That you were just kiddin' me, you weren't really from the farm

Try imagining a place where it's always safe and warm.

Put your hand on my head, baby, do I have a temperature?

When I met you, baby,;
You didn't show no visible scars.

And the dirt of gossip blows into my face,;
And the dust of rumors covers me.

The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder

My conscience is beginning to bother me today.

Betrayed by a kiss on a cool night of bliss;
In the valley of the missing link

goodbye's too good a word, gal;
so I'll just say fare thee well

But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here,;
All the pigeons gonna run to him.

It's for myself and my friends my stories are sung.

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.

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

People disagreeing on all just about everything, yeah,;
Makes you stop and all wonder why.

He said, Are you lookin' for somethin' easy to catch?;
I said, I got no money. He said, That ain't necessary.

People are crazy and times are strange

But I will be back, I will survive,;
You'll never get rid of me as long as you're alive.

I can't provide for you no easy answers,;
Who are you that I should have to lie?

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

Temptation's not an easy thing

Reality has always had too many heads

There was music in the cafes at night;
And revolution in the air.

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

You can make me cry;
Never say goodbye

And you never ask questions;
When God's on your side.

I know all about poison, I know all about fiery darts,;
I don't care how rough the road is, show me where it starts,;
Whatever pleases You, tell it to my heart.

If you're looking for assistance, babe,;
Or if you just want some company;
Or if you just want a friend you can talk to,;
Honey, come and see about me.

I'm glad to see you're still alive, you're lookin' like a saint.

My so-called friends have fallen under a spell.;
They look me squarely in the eye and they say, "All is well.";
Can they imagine the darkness that will fall from on high;
When men will beg God to kill them and they won't be able to die?

Pain sure brings out the best in people, doesn't it?

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

I'm sick of love but I'm in the thick of it

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

For the loser now;
Will be later to win

Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial

The sky is erupting, I must go where it's quiet.

I'm in the streets;
With the tombstone blues

as long as the world keeps a-turnin', I just keep a-turnin' too.

Don't even hear a murmur of a prayer;
It's not dark yet, but it's getting there.

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

Nations are angry, cursed are some,;
People are expecting a false peace to come.

How can I explain?;
Oh, it's so hard to get on

Leaving men wholly, totally free;
To do anything they wish to do but die

Without freedom of speech, I might be in the swamp.

Our conversation was short and sweet;
It nearly swept me off-a my feet.

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

Gon' walk on down that dirt road 'til I'm right beside the sun

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

take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind

Some things in life, it gets too late to learn

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

When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose

It's so impossible to even learn the tune.

She lit a burner on the stove and offered me a pipe;
"I thought you'd never say hello," she said;
"You look like the silent type."

I don't mind a reasonable amount of trouble

So long, New York.;
Howdy, East Orange.

I don't need any reminder;
To know how much I really care

Am I no longer a part of your plans or your dreams?

You think you can hide but you're never alone,;
Ask Lot what he thought when his wife turned to stone.