There will be droughts and days inundated. Unveilings free from saturation. Departures raised with no masquerading.. . There will be teachers that die by their own hand.
Without time there's no devotion. Without you there's only time. Making the most situations. Living on love that's living blind. . [Chorus]. You say you're no affected.
One, two, one. . Well, when I was just a little bitty kid. I remember one time Mommy said. "Daddy sends you all his love from 'Frisco Bay". . Well I didn't understand till I was grown.
One-way streets and square one. The answers don't come from any one direction. Not a care in the world, no better way to go. It's fine here, watching it go down.
Pattern doesn't match. Pictures fall from their base. Pulling out of the race. Put up the red flag. Matters close at hand. Cross over the land. . You get so diffused.
Looking for the right kind. Live free or die. . I want to see your smile through a pay phone. Season has changed. I want to see you in it. Lights that shine are caustic without you.
Are the words by an old photograph. 'Rustic old doors made by a million years'. Waiting for the train around sunset. Find a frenzy like no one cares. .
You're constantly defining what's left. A half-empty bottle of beer. Your misses, match-ups. And now here. . A weight lifted, a weight on the next. Some days you don't know why.
Happy hair with fashion eye. Climbed up the Ivory Tower. Just forgot what the game was for. Just forgot what the game was for. . Sing the streets of silence.
Jet pilot for the day. Washed his sins away. Loves to see the Rangers play. His daddy has a job in Washington. Wants to raise a Harvard son. . Junior liked to let his hair down.
Continental motion certainty, the merciful wheels. Where the living are living on solvents and ashes. Time chain of loneliness, half tone rebellions. Nomadic upturns and lights, the skeleton key turns the night.
Say hello to the blue side hanging around. Didn't think it mattered, just a force of habit. With room to roam, the wayside heals all thats wrong. Didn't think it mattered, now the writings on the wall.
We tried to guard but stayed through life. Others were trying but all is true. Shifting phase left us to realize. There's nothing more that we can do.
Got caught up in a breakaway dream. Destination city of New Orleans. Cheap motels and [Incomprehensible]. Cross some bridges for eternity. . Headed west for a two week stay.
Wasted air, breathe so low. Same old politics of show. Just don't find it the same as I leave it. Still in the flow. Still in the flow and I'm low to the ground.
Three generations can't be wrong. Roll around roll around with their favorite songs. Vinyl disc with power to hypnotize. Visions of blues and jump and jive.
Brought up in the neighborhood of restlessness. Brought up in the neighborhood without dreams. Brought up in the neighborhood around death. We all discover the right time to open our eyes.
Shots are filled and boredom killed. The last chance purple of dawn. Pagan roads and catacombs. Lost on the way to the heart. . Bar souls and shifty eyes.
Exurbia. Someone's nightmare dream. Exurbia. Someone's psychedelic scream. . There is a gaping hole in the sky. For the next generation. Fed by outdated technology.
Hand in hand there are angels that are holding warning signs. Show you the way like teachers and prophets of doom. Everyone has their idols, there will always be a story to tell.