Some lawyers can win. And some doctors can heal. Your ole banker can lend. Til all your pockets are filled. But if yours is the case. Of the sin stricken soul.
In the heart of the city you was born and bred. Ya thought you were smart you wound up dead. I didn't do drugs I didn't smoke ----. But gimme a Red Bull and I'll pound it.
Somewhere somebody is prayin tonight. For a loved one who wandered away from the light. But faith reaches Heaven and God is aware. And forever it's changed in.
Lock me up in a prison. And throw away the key. Take away the vision. >From these eyes that now, now can see. Then deprive me of the food I eat. And even bind my hands and feet.
I was not the fighter. So I should not want for shelter. With helpless ears I hear again. That even more are dead. Than anyone has ever said. I was not the fighter.
I know the Bible says. When You've done all you can to stand just stand. and I know it's hard sometimes. to look through those tear stained eyes. and still see the scars in those hands.
What overwhelms an orator so fine. A leader sharpening his tongue until the end. The voice for raising hell. In the minds of uncounted crowds. Now falters under stress.
Do you recall that certain chapter. Where pharohs men were after all of Israel and made God's people flee. God drowned pharoes men and the children crossed upon dry land.
It's a reckless world. That lets itself be guided by its tools. But what our eyes can see we believe. The truth is not for fools. Is there nothing between us but plastic and wire.
No broken spirit. No yellow heart. No shattered image to fall apart. As the Earth starts to crumble he will fly like a dart. From the deepest cave. Through the rocks that tumble.
Call me a dreamer. Call I call it mine. Heaven, but I don't care. And call me crazy. Cause I'm homesick for it. Yet I have never been there. Call me a stranger.
You noticed that I closed my eyes again. And smiled in all the silence. I have grown in me for you. But then what accident of stars. Brought you so late into my arms.
I used to write love songs. But that was before. I understood how much true lovers ignore. They meet on the rebound. They bump in the night. Hum some sweet tune.
A bat on the edge. With a bad mind. Privately found. The best release I know. Some way to let go. I hang on to my vertigo. I hang on. A slow death ahead.
Just when I needed a friend. I heard a call from where you are. Guiding fools like children. Soaring on to the promised star. But it was no more than a firefly in the night.
I can no longer count the dreams. Inspired by reconstructions of predicted scenes. The glass and metal fragments racing. Through the pointless heat. I can't go on believing this.
All Summer Long. . It was 1989 my thoughts were short my hair was long. caught somewhere between a boy and man. she was seventeen and she was far from in between.
Well, you tease a lot when you're talking to me.. So hard to know when to believe you.. So here I am, I'm calling you, down on my knees. I just can't sleep at all (just can't sleep)..
I'm here to tell you, you've gone too far. So tell me baby who you think you are. I stood here waitin', only to be stood up by you, by you. Don't try my patience, don't lie again.
How can I forget the night we met?. I can still remember what you wore.. I had the strangest feeling like we'd met before.. Maybe it was something that you said..