I like the cool way you look at me,;
Everything about you is bringing me;
Misery.

Today on the countryside it was a-hotter than a crotch

I'm going out of my mind;
With a pain that stops and starts

Sundown, yellow moon, I replay the past;
I know every scene by heart, they all went by so fast

And they're breaking down the distance;
Between right and wrong.

Yes, I see you on your window ledge;
But I can't tell just how far away you are from the edge

I hate myself for lovin' you and the weakness that it showed;
You were just a painted face on a trip down Suicide Road

Train wheels runnin' through the back of my memory

Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.

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

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

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."

I've gained some recognition but I lost my appetite.

Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle like a bowl of soup

They say ev'rything can be replaced

Roses are red, violets are blue;
And time is beginning to crawl

The walls of pride are high and wide;
Can't see over to the other side;
It's such a sad thing to see beauty decay;
It's sadder still, to feel your heart torn away

Nobody feels any pain

Tell her she can look me up if she's got the time.

Ever since you walked right in, the circle's been complete

I got new eyes ;
Everything looks far away

We grew up together;
From the cradle to the grave;
We died and were reborn;
And then mysteriously saved.

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

No knife could ever cut our love apart

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

Your loyalty is not to me;
But to the stars above

Run your fingers down my spine;
Bring me a touch of bliss

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

I got a poison headache,;
But I feel all right

Wealth is a filthy rag;
So erotic so unpatriotic;
So wrapped up in the American flag

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

Gonna sleep down in the parlor;
And relive my dreams

Senor, senor, let's disconnect these cables,;
Overturn these tables.;
This place don't make sense to me no more.

You know, the streets are filled with vipers;
Who've lost all ray of hope,;
You know, it ain't even safe no more;
In the palace of the Pope.

If you don't believe there's a price for this sweet paradise, remind me to show you the, scars.

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

The way is long but the end is near, Already the fiesta has begun

Truth is an arrow and the gate is narrow that it passes through

I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.

All my friends have told me;
If I hang around with you;
That I'll go blind

They don't want me around;
'Cause I believe in you.

she's true, like ice, like fire

There's always some new stranger sneakin' glances,;
Some trigger-happy fool willin' to take chances

If dogs run free, why not me;
Across the swamp of time?

Insanity is smashing up against my soul;
You can say I was on anything but a roll;
If I had a conscience, well I just might blow my top;
What would I do with it anyway ;
Maybe take it to the pawn shop

Lot of water under the bridge, Lot of other stuff too;
Don't get up gentlemen, I'm only passing through

I finally realize there's no room for regret

Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties;
Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise

I believe in the impossible, you know that I do

What was it you wanted;
When you were kissing my check?

don't criticize;
what you can't understand.

My feet are so tired, my brain is so wired

A saxophone someplace far off played

I'm listening to Neil Young, I gotta turn up the sound;
Someone's always yelling turn it down

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

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

Get the loot, don't be slow, we're gonna catch a trout

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