Was without love when a stranger came into sight.. Beautiful and cruel like the desert night.. I wanted him so bad I picked my biggest fight.. At dawn he hit me on the hips.
Well, you know sometimes. I find myself. . Wishing for contentment. Hoping for relentment. Venting my resentment. On the happy few, on the happy few, yeah.
Elder green is dead and gone. Lost his way going to town. And I dont know who he is, what he's done. But it sure sounds sweet rolling off the tongue. Yeah, and it sure sounds sweet rolling off the tongue.
Everybodys talking. Nobodys listening. And everybodys sweating. And nobodys glistening. . Nobody knows what hes thinking. Doesnt really step out even when hes drinking.
Wait, don't go too early. You're tired but everyone's tired. But no one is tired enough. Only wait a little and listen. . Music of hair, music of pain.
I've got a new found fangled. Fandango tango angle. And it keeps things curious. Yes, and it makes folks furious. . It takes two part tango. And a little tingle tangle.
I look to you. When I see nothing. I look to you. To see truth. And I look to you. When I feel nothing. And I look to you. To be. . And I walk in a field with wings.
a bright silver eye seeping through the dark, dark night sky. whatever may come I don't care. I'm staying right here in spite. . what happened here before is of no importance.
Feel I'm on the verge of some greath truth. Where I'm finally in my place. But I'm fumbling still for proof. And it's cluttering my space. Casting shadows on my face.