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.
Now I wish I could write you a melody so plain; That could hold you dear lady from going insane
She's a hypnotist collector
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.
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."
It's too hot to sleep time is running away
I wasn't born to lose you.
Whatever you gonna do,; Please do it fast.
He said his name was Columbus; I just said, "Good luck."
I can smile in the face of mankind.; Don't even remember what her lips felt like on mine; Most of the time.
Now the moon is almost hidden; The stars are beginning to hide; The fortunetelling lady; Has even taken all her things inside
I can't provide for you no easy answers,; Who are you that I should have to lie?
We grew up together; From the cradle to the grave; We died and were reborn; And then mysteriously saved.
They got him on conspiracy, they were never sure who with.
Well my sense of humanity has gone down the drain
They tell me revenge is sweet and from where they stand, I'm sure it is.
you remind me of something that used to be; somethin' that crossed over from another century
Heart of mine be still,; You can play with fire, But you'll get the bill
For all eternity I think I will remember; That icy wind that's howling in your eye.
Nations are angry, cursed are some,; People are expecting a false peace to come.
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it
I ain't sayin' you treated me unkind; You could have done better but I don't mind; You just kinda wasted my precious time
People disagreeing on all just about everything, yeah,; Makes you stop and all wonder why.
Run your fingers down my spine; Bring me a touch of bliss
They say you're usin' voodoo, I seen your feet walk by themselves
I was in your presence for an hour or so; Or was it a day? I truly don't know.
I see people who are supposed to know better standin' around like furniture.
And they're breaking down the distance; Between right and wrong.
She once was a true love of mine
Everybody must get stoned.
We heard the Sermon on the Mount and I knew it was too complex,; It didn't amount to anything more than what the broken glass reflects.
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.
Can't you hear that motor turnin'?; Automobile comin' into style
We never thought we could ever get old.; We thought we could sit forever in fun
I can't help it if I'm lucky.
I can still hear the sounds of those Methodist bells; I'd taken the cure and had just gotten through
But the enemy I see
Wears a cloak of decency
If I ever lose her I will go insane; I go half crazy when she calls my name
What good am I if I know and don't do,; I If I see and don't say, if I look right through you
If I had wings and I could fly,; I know where I would go.
The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder
Sometimes I feel so low-down and disgusted
She said, "Be easy, baby,; There ain't nothin' worth stealin' in here."
I got new eyes ; Everything looks far away
I'm in a cowboy band
Oh, but if I had the stars from the darkest night,; And the diamonds from the deepest ocean,; I'd forsake them all for your sweet kiss,; For that's all I'm wishin' to be ownin'.
No time to suffer or blink; And no time to think
Reality has always had too many heads
He said, Are you lookin' for somethin' easy to catch?; I said, I got no money. He said, That ain't necessary.
Any day now, any day now,; I shall be released.
Everybody's wearing a disguise; To hide what they've got left behind their eyes
Soon as a man is born, you know the sparks begin to fly, He gets wise in his own eyes and he's made to believe a lie.
He got an all girl orchestra and when he says; "Strike up the band," they hit it
She knows where I'd like to be; But it doesn't matter.
I stood alone upon the ridge and all I did was watch.
I believe in the impossible, you know that I do
False-hearted judges dying in the webs that they spin,; Only a matter of time 'til night comes steppin' in.
If you don't believe there's a price for this sweet paradise, remind me to show you the, scars.
