My glance is always darting, when I stroll the avenue. Avoiding all the obstacles that terrorize my view. And if you are there with me, I trust you to lead the way.
We've got it simple, 'cause we've got a band. And we've got cymbals in the band. We've got it simple, 'cause we've got a band. And we've got cymbals in the band.
The terrible thing about hell. Is that when you're there you can't even tell. As you move through this life you love so. You could be there and not even know.
Shaggy Dog, walkin' down. He walks all around. Shaggy Dog, where you been?. I been walkin' to see my friend. Knock on the door, wouldn't let me in.. Askin' me where I been.
If you would only stop to live. One moment at a time. You would I think, be startled by. The things that you would find. . Like scents you never noticed.
Sometimes when the evening's young. The wind dies down the setting sun. Crochets the clouds with yarn so fine. And fills the oceans with red wine. . The trees, the sky, the forest fair.
Grass has been greater. Skies have been bluer. I know my soul is down in the sewer. . You say that I am selfish. Well you know that that is true. I don't care what you say pretty mama.
Kitty Malone sat on a mule, was riding in style. When suddenly, like the sound of a buzzard's breaking. Kity felt laser beams being fired at her head.
If you would only stop to live. One moment at a time. You would I think, be startled by. The things that you would find. . Like scents you never noticed.
If you can heal the symptoms. But not affect the cause. It's quite a bit like trying to heal. The gunshot wound with gauze. If you instead attempt to rest.
Sanity never came my way. (Came his way). Sanity never came my way. (His way). I don't know what I'll do today. (Way). 'Cause sanity never came my way.
It's hidden far away but someday I may tell. The tale of metal tangle when into your world I fell. Without you now I wander soaking secretly afraid. But in your grasp the fears don't last though some of them have stayed.
I remember you well at the Sun Hotel. Where we were waiting impatiently. For a decent night's sleep. . It's like I've landed in the rubble of my past life.
I remember when you came around. I was younger. Burning statues to the ground. Now I'm older and tired. I no longer see the differences. I remember the taste of the fruit.
I heard a ghost whisper to a teacher. He said "We're going off to war". I heard a ghost whisper to a preacher. He said "We're going to start a war". A newsman put a paper in my hand, telling me his truth.
Railroad bridge is washing down the gorge at Sandy Ford. Where you stand there on the shoreline, oh will you come aboard. Come aboard. . This might be the last ketch running, might not be no more.
I wake up in the morning, sky is gray and storming. Building, bridges and city streets, still as ugly as yesterday. They used to tell me anything, just to sell me.
Met you on a springtime day. You were mindin' you life. And I was mindin mine, too. Lady when you looked my way. I had a strange sensation. And, darlin' that's when I knew....
The morning clouds are gathering around as I stand on the bridge of the river. Years have gone since I was here and I wonder how I differ. Taxicabs keep rolling by and a blind man asks for change.