How sweet is music to a deaf man's ear. Tell me who could dream sweet dreams in this world of fear. How beautiful is love when you can't see that far.
She talk like a lunatic. She's got her lies. She talk about her politics. While her mother dies. She likes black leather. Bring you to your knees. She takes no orders.
I can hear the sounds of laughter. Could it be they're laughing at me. I can hear the roar of thunder. I'm mad I'm deranged. I see. Clown in costumes voices that carry.
See the girl at the ball. In her long black dress. Her eyes are so hungry. And her mind is fixed on success. . But she failed to see what she means to me.
Suffer my last days. Do I really gotta talk aloud?. Smiling between beats. you know you really hurt me now. . you know I wanna please you. and socialize.
No boss and no one over me. no god that i could ever see. no law to bring me down. and we all fall. sodomy. dissolve. . no man and no one ever sees. what church had always done to me.
One day I lost my face in a crowd.. I tried to call it back, the colors ran into the sand.. I'd worn this face before now,. and looked out through these jaded eyes..
Oh she'll be saying. I hear her saying. . Stayed at home with you last night, can't seem to get yu off my mind. . But now she sees a stranger,. tell me I'm not a stranger!.
I'm the cobwebbed stairs, the ancient bones. I'm the shadow rippling cobblestones,. I'm the stagnant swamp, the black lagoon. I'm the branches scratching at the moon.
Man with a suitcase walking down my street, tells me I'm a punk 'cause I hate my government, learn what you can. don't you do what the fools say, save your breath for a cigarette old man,.
Turning into lighting on lime green evenings. Through days of sun and laughter in your room. A touch of love on the side of a building. but I left you in my room on the wall.
When I was small, the world seemed to crawl. With life and luxury. Now I am tall and my minds been involved. with some pain an misery. . The colder you are the better your off.
(Harley Allen). . He should have been out playin'. But he sat on his front step. All day he's just been there waiting. And nobody's showed up yet. His dad said he'd come get him.
I got a "Dear John" letter in the mail just the other day. I opened it up and there wasn't much left to say. A bus ticket, plane ticket, train ticket.
At a diner down on Broadway they make small talk. When she brings his eggs and fills his cup. He jokes about his love life. Tells her he's 'bout ready to give up.
I'm slippin' into Slidell, the boys and me. Take a left at the Texaco, gonna see Sweet Marie. She plays down at Jimbeaux's Gumbo and Washtub. In calico and barefeet in a band called the Mudbugs.
[Chorus]. I'll be glad to sign my autograph. If you want me to. God knows I love singing. It's what I was born to do. . You see me up there center stage.