When you're back in your old neighborhood. The cigarettes taste so good. But you're so misunderstood. You're so misunderstood. . There's something there that you can't find.
There's a magazine called sunset. And a tape machine that won't let. Me ever forget this impossible longing for you. . Let's take a map across your pillow.
When I held your hand, when I held your hand,. When I helped you, when I held your hand,. You still went the other way and you wanted me to stay,. With my arms stretching away, with my arms stretching away..
Here I am. What a nice place to be. I never thought I'd see the skies separate for me. And here I am. What a nice surprise. If only I had known what life was like on this side.
My history is no secret it's written in the stones. In the hill beside this river rest my mother's gentle bones. And daddy there beside her among his next of kin.
The name of the LORD is music (x3)... to my ears. . I'm gonna sing and shout it. Gonna tell all about it. Cannot live without it, in this veil of tears.
In God we trust, We said that in the past. Now look at us, another golden calf. That bubbles burst, this things reversed. Let's take a second, and make God first.
Did you ever think you could change the world. The world will change you, it will break you down. It's calling me, my misery. What you gonna do, what you gonna do, what you gonna do.
Hey kid! Yeah you!. You see I dropped my pencil.. Pick it up! Hurry up!Whatcha waiting for, don't be so slow.. We got our eyes, got our eyes on you.. We got our eyes, got our eyes on you, boy..
Do you need me?. Do you need me to pardon you of your sins?. . ... Oh I need you.. . Do you want me?. Do you want me to bring up the animal in you?. .
Broken arms, I would hold you. Even if I had broken arms.. Can you make a tourniquet for a broken heart?. A bad idea?. Well I suppose it's up to me to juxtapose myself..
On the wedding anniversary. Of the Johnson's. They went out on a date.. Little Jimmy had strict orders. To be in bed, to be in bed by eight.. But little Jimmy knew they'd be late,.
The sigh of summer upon my return. Fifteen alike since I was here. Bathed in deep fog, blurring my trail. Snuffing the first morning rays. . Weary from what might have been ages.
Kept warm by the light of the lantern. Lost sight of everything tonight. My presence blackens their pattern. A pock in the healthy and calm. . Their scorn behind your back.
There is a voice calling for me. There is a light coming down on me. There is a doubt that is clearing. There is a day that is dawning. . There is a wound that is healing.
You are sleeping unhampered by guilt. Comes the morning you shut down. The devil's breath is a disease on your lips. Reaching out for your loss. You prey on your flock.
There is a voice calling for me. There is a light coming down on me. There is a doubt that is clearing. There is a day that is dawning. . There is a wound that is healing.
Our abode 'mongst the stars is waiting,. Long enough for our last breath of life.. You stare at nothing, right through me,. At times resembling the Devil's concubine..