Down the highway, down the tracks, down the road to ecstasy,; I followed you beneath the stars, hounded by your memory,; And all your ragin' glory.
Go melt back into the night, babe,; Everything inside is made of stone.; There's nothing in here moving, An' anyway I'm not alone.
Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
And then you told me later, as I apologized; That you were just kiddin' me, you weren't really from the farm
Get the loot, don't be slow, we're gonna catch a trout
The way is long but the end is near, Already the fiesta has begun
When you cease to exist, then who will you blame?; I've tried my best to love you, but I cannot play this game; Your best friend and my worst enemy is one and the same
I got nothing left to burn
Your temperature's too hot for taming
Gonna sleep down in the parlor; And relive my dreams
For the loser now; Will be later to win
Put my tears in a bottle
Screw the top on tight
I can smile in the face of mankind.; Don't even remember what her lips felt like on mine; Most of the time.
The night passed away so quickly; It always does when you're with me.
You will search, babe, At any cost.; But how long, babe, Can you search for what's not lost?
I got new eyes ; Everything looks far away
They tell me revenge is sweet and from where they stand, I'm sure it is.
Well, I got a harmonica job, begun to play,; Blowin' my lungs out for a dollar a day.
You can make me cry; Never say goodbye
I stood alone upon the ridge and all I did was watch.
And now the heart is filled with gold; As if it was a purse.; But, oh, what kind of love is this; Which goes from bad to worse?
Well, you're so bad and nasty; But I love you, yes I do
When you gonna wake up and strengthen the things that remain?
They say you're usin' voodoo, I seen your feet walk by themselves
Not one more night, not one more kiss,; Not this time baby, no more of this,; Takes too much skill, takes too much will,; It's revealing.
I'm going back to New York City; I do believe I've had enough
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.
Oh, man has invented his doom, First step was touching the moon.
Well, you're on your own, you always were,; In a land of wolves and thieves.
Everything passes,; Everything changes,; Just do what you think you should do.
The treasure can't be found by men who search
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle like a bowl of soup
I'm goin' down to Tennessee,; Get me a truck 'r somethin'.; Gonna save my money and rip it up!
Pain sure brings out the best in people, doesn't it?
Do you ever wonder just what God requires?; You think He's just an errand boy to satisfy your wandering desires.
Where black is the color, where none is the number
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
I been hangin’ on threads
I been playin’ it straight
Now, I’ve just got to cut loose
Before it gets late
You say my kisses are not like his,; But this time I'm not gonna tell you why that is.
the cops don't need you; and man they expect the same
Build a fire, throw on logs; And listen to it hiss; And let it burn, burn, burn, burn; On a night like this.
Nations are angry, cursed are some,; People are expecting a false peace to come.
You were snow, you were rain; You were striped, you were plain,;
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.
Don't know if I saw you, if I would kiss you or kill you; It probably wouldn't matter to you anyhow
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.
Senor, senor, let's disconnect these cables,; Overturn these tables.; This place don't make sense to me no more.
Three fellas crawlin' on their way back to work,; Nobody stops to ask why.
It was then that I got up to leave; But she said, "Don't forget,; Everybody must give something back; For something they get."
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.
And, when I was through; I filled up my shoe; And brought it to you.
I just want you to know; I can see through your masks
You have explained every mystery.; What can I do for You?
it is not he or she or them or it; That you belong to.
Everybody is making love
Or else expecting rain
I can't help it if I'm lucky.
We're both just one too many mornings; An' a thousand miles behind.
