The lord knows the struggle and he knows I try. I wont let nothing ever stop my shine. I know that something better is in store for me. Than this ordinary life that i lead.
You hung the hopes of a world. On a shining star. Ready to give just a glimpse. A little bit of who You are. . When the heavens wink. On a midnight clear.
If I were a tape recorder, would you take me in your pack?. You could say anything, I would play it back. If we took the beach side down to where the boardwalk ends.
I'm shy like a rollercoaster. Switch back, take you for a ride. High-handed and we got your picture. Downhill, cautionary smile. . Off the rails were there to guide me.
So he sat behind his natural defenses. And there he wrestled with the song. He heard his name in every line, his life in every measure. Faced with feelings he could not explain.
The sun set down behind the trees. How quickly did my skin. Sense the chill upon the breeze. . And I'm uneasy, the night surrounds me. As dusk ushers out the light of day.
Growing more uneasy. With every question asked. It seems You're jealous of my interests. And the graven things I've cast. . Waking resolutions. Of twenty years or more.
I have a plan for you. It will only take a lifetime to see through. I'll show you where to start. And the most that it can cost will be your heart. . Give me your heart forever starting now.
Well I feel like I have to feel. Something good all of the time. With most of life I cannot deal. But a good feeling I can feel. Even though it may not be real.
Pour the oil on troubled waters. Come around, lay down arms. Rest between the pure in heart and persecuted. Sound alarms to make calm. . Mend the fence convincing some.
Once up in a bottle there lived Time. And He had a garden where He met her by morning. And there in the dawning. They dreamed of a life where Time could leave His fine bottle.
Even when it's eggshells, even when it's broken glass. Prophet follows the path well, and He has feet that last. I saw them carrying crosses and they were forming up that line.
Forgive me if I've been confused. Between the means and end. I forgot to be a brother and a friend. Covered up inside. Sometimes it's harder to know. I have failed at this scenario.
There must be something else that all of this revolves around. I appear so small and barely make a sound. Still mysterious these frequencies they draw you out.
Put down my thoughts in a letter to the president. Penciled and packaged with all due respect. Elvis commemorative just for effect. Never heard back, you think you know a guy.
When time shall slip its cog in place. And spin its line of lovely lace. Then love and peace come face to face. One of these days. . When sorrow can nowhere be found.
It's best to meet these things head on, she said. Before too much gets on your mind. Thoughts like books are piling up. Sometimes the lessons don't seem kind.
Eye is to the body as a thought is to the soul. They're both a lamp whose sharpness I control. Beauty lingers 'bout as long as flattery, my friend. That door doesn't let out but lets back in.
I held the monkey's paw and put my wishes into play. To know the will of God, to show a motive for delay. I'm holding on to find myself just one more wish.
This is the hard part. Stopping to ask for directions. Sketching with these dirty colors. Just where I am. . You might have heard me. Artfully dodging the buzz word.