Lord, she says I'm tired. Of living life this way. Hiding what I'm feeling. Keeping you at bay. . Love me anyway. . Look upon my secrets. The things that I can't show.
God doesn't like it when you hold out on me. God doesn't like it when you can't be free. God doesn't like it when you keep control. God doesn't like it.
Faded dreams and buried schemes. They never worried me. Promises lost and secrets tossed. They have no remedy. . Yeah, you can lay your head. Down in the ground.
Fifty thousand watts from the back of my Impala. Wolf man Jack is on the line tonight. Everybody's hungry for someone or something. And everything I care about is clean out of sight.
History's been decided by the bullies and the freaks. Who tried to move the mountains and drain all the creeks. Wiping out the things that just didn't fit.
Annie and me, as far as we can see. We're not taking any bets, just playing the house. Slashing the tires on the restrictive ride. That keeps us in the lane between the lanes.
On my own again. Haunted by the rain. Reflections pull the night. Into the sea. . Silence tricks my ear. Voices that I hear. Drowning in the sound. Of my own rhapsody.
Nothing happens when you're counting the cost. You fill the basket when the bread gets tossed. Castaway upon the waterfront. Step right in and take whatever you want.
The Christian counselor wrote, quote. "Who is the only humane choice ahead. If you can't support it. Why don't you abort it instead?". . You say you pray to the sky.
Sally's into knowledge. Spent her years in college. Just to find out nothing is true. . She can hardly speak now. Words are not unique now. 'Cause they can't say anything new.
Down in Carolina Way. Lived a man name o' Big BJ. BJ went and got a school. Founded on Caucasian rule. Bumper sticker on his Ford. Says, 'Honkies if you love the Lord'.
"Sell a mirage," says The Voice of The Cunning. Button down, yes-men, market it well. "Sell a mirage and the hordes come running". Cheap grace rains like pennies from Hell.
There's a sweaty hand handling his cocktail napkin. "Come on up and see me", is scribbled with a gold pen. But you'd better ring twice. . Seven months after his little indiscretion.
On a Saturday night, all the girls run free. Singing, "Bury me not on the lone Prairie". But where do you go when you finish broken-hearted?. Back to the dust, where you started.
I'd gone through so much other stuff. That walking down the aisle was tough. But now I know it's not enough, I want to be a clone. I asked, the Lord into my heart, they said that was the way to start.
So you need a new car?. Let your fingers take a walk. Through the business guide. For the 'Born Again' flock. . You'll be keeping all your money. In the Kingdom now.
Down under. Ever wonder how you got in?. Down under. . Down under. Pick a cell you'd like to rot in. Down under. . Carlos went from college to a prison suit.
She was the one who caught the bouquet. The best of her best friend's wedding day. She was the one who caught the bouquet. A token that God must want it that way.
Unfolding today, a miracle play. This Indiana morn. The father, he sighs, she opens her eyes. Their baby boy is born. . "We don't understand, he's not like we planned".
Theres a hundred and four days of summer vacation,. 'Til school comes along just to end it,. So the annual problem for our generation,. Is finding a good way to spend it.