Up in a sterilized room. where they let you be lazy. knowing your attitude's all wrong. and you got to change. and that's not easy. dragon shining with all values known.
Look out the left the captain said. the lights down there, that's where we'll land. i saw a falling star burn up. above the las vegas sands. it wasn't the one that you gave to me.
Let me speak, let me spit out my bitterness--. Born of grief and nights without sleep and festering flesh. Do you have eyes?. Can you see like mankind sees?.
Again and again the same situation. For so many years. Tethered to a ringing telephone. In a room full ot mirrors. A pretty girl in your bathroom. Checking out her sex appeal.
The priest sat in the airport bar. He was wearing his father's tie. And his eyes looked into my eyes so far. Whenever the words ran dry. Behind the lash and the circles blue.
Last time I saw Richard was Detroit in 68. And he told me all romantics meet the same fate. Someday, cynical and drunk and boring someone. In some dark cafe.
You could have been more. than a name on the door. on the thirty-third floor in the air. more than a credit card. swimming pool in the backyard. While you still have the time.
See the stretching sun at dawning. Wipe the stardust from his eyes. Feel the morning breezes yawning. Telling me it's time to rise. Telling me it's time to rise.
Down in the cellar. In the boho zone. I went looking. For some. Sweet inspiration. Oh well. Just another. Hard-time band. With negro affectations. I was a hopeful in rooms.
Let me speak. Let me spit out my bitterness. Born of grief and nights without sleep. And festering flesh. Do you have eyes?. Can you see like mankind sees?.