Walking up Broadway, face down in the wind. The mission bells ring as the night falls in. If I had a car, man I'd fill her up and drive. Where the bright lights shine and the strong survive.
when you're nothing to no one. and you're less than you can. and you're looking for someone. who won't cling to anything. so you're stuck in some motel.
I go to church on Sunday morning. Come home and beat my wife. My name is Joe, and you know me. I've lived here all of my (damn) life. What a life. I've got this pain I cannot speak of.
i was looking for a rhyme for the new york times. when i sensed i was not alone. she said d'you know how to spell audaciously. i could tell i was in luck.
you've been talking in circles now for years man. lesson number one is change your attitude. people would like to help you. all you ever wanted was a picture with the queen.
Poetry and angels. Flowers and perfume. You fill your house with pretty things. Pretty things hide the bitter truth. Well there's a fire on the mountain.
you were an innocent child before i laid my hands on you. and all that pain that you held inside. was just waiting to bloom in a darkened room. and you just flew right into the light and came alive.
This is the room. Where I sat and waited till the morning. Watching the door. You slammed so hard it broke the windows. Up and down. I've climbed these walls.
looking like a born again. living like a heretic. listening to arthur lee records. making all your friends feel so guilty. about their cynicism. and the rest of their generation.
The earth was trembling on their wedding day. The sun was cold, the sky was chrome. They spoke their lines like actors in a play. Changed their clothes and hurried home.
didn't i hear you say your heart's made out of steel. no one's gonna get so close, no one's gonna know how you feel. now you're a punch drunk sycophant, a little s.o.b..
Rain down mercy. For the lost and lonely child. For the liars and the losers. The reckless and the wild. There's no more use in pretending. I know I never fooled you.
my friend parker is a painter. a poet and a groove. he came around on wednesday. and made me think about you. now he seemed to be a daddy-o. and yes i am too.
Well I'm tired of losing you. I'm so tired of losing you. The way you come and go. You must be wearing out your shoes. Well I'm torn. Torn in two, torn in two.
she drove her mother's car, 'twas a 2cv. i was most impressed by her casual dress. i was most impressed. inside her rented room colored deepest blue. i suppose we found some kind of happiness.
Through the shadows, dark as shame. I can still hear your voice falling down with the rain. Washing memories from the trees. 'Till this road's covered over and lost in the leaves.
Heaven knows what made my heart go deeper into this love. I have tried to do what's right but I could use just a little help from. above. 'Cause all I do is dream of her through these lonely, lonely days.
I left home on a southbound train. One September in the pouring rain. A midnight flyer and a girl named Lori Rose. Mama said, son it won't last. She'll be gone when you're out of cash.
It's hard to find a reason. To keep standing in the rain. I owe it to my heart to try again. Now I'm standing on the corner. In a town that's hard to face.
Why you wanna break me down. Every time I come around. You've done all a woman can. To make me feel like half a man. But something in the sky above. Keeps lifting up my heart to love.