I woke up in a cold sweat From a dream at 3 a.m. I was drifting on a sea of shadows The rain was whipping in the wind I saw a man, dressed all in black
I just want to light you up Light you up like a fire I just want to turn you on Turn you on and take you higher Everybody wants a flat screen Everybody
The fat lady in red began to sing The citizens all stood there staring at their king Who cried, The show is finally over! Hallelujah, praise the Lamb!
Stop regretting all the years inside your head Not forgetting there's some truth to what you said And you know now that I gotta keep rollin? on Here we
Pain, come no more Don?t you come knockin? on my door Love, dry your tears You have lived a life way beyond your years And faith, when you?re gone All
New like smoky mornin? Cool like heaven glow Meet me on the mountain I got no place to go I like my daylight to be silver I like my night skies to be
There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun It's been the ruin of many a poor girl Me, oh God I'm one My mother was a tailor She sold these
Baby, don't you know I hate it when you cry When your tears fall down I feel like I could die Or disappear that's the fear that you have But you've got
"Lay Down Your Swords, Boys" Well lay down your swords, boys, lay down your guns A new day?s a comin? first sight of the sun It?ll shine like a beacon
It's a feelin' you ain't had since your school days One that blows off dusty memories And the one voice of the faded and forgotten Is screamin' like an
Sixty miles from El Paso Feelin' lonesome as can be Driving further from the heartache that was slowly killing me I left at 4 am last monday Filled my
She seemed almost demented As she frantically repented For the crime in which she filled her empty bowl It was empty like her soul She kneeled inside
She gets high, she gets low And she lives her life straight just like Serpico She starts to sneeze and pronounces bless me Wipes her nose on a shirt that
We are the children of God Whoever he may be, whoever she may be We go through life feelin' odd Like a bird inside a cage, no where to pour the rage
She cooks him ham and hotcakes Five thirty every mornin' She does the dishes and She irons his uniforms And she thinks She might have loved him once
Headed north on 95 I was feelin' very much alive And if I don't come back read a little Kerouac It would be good for you, yeah Now I'm stuck inside a
She was sitting in the corner of a cafe In the burning heart of downtown Santa Fe Picking on a Gibson and singing, "Baby Can't You See" She was buzzing
I've never been the one Who had my head on straight So I gave myself this job Now I'm waitin' at the gate For my bag to be inspected For some crazy reason