I look around to see what's new Besides Venus and the morning dew, But nothing has changed Everything is just a little bit colder. The trees haven
The geese have flown from the fields, and I met nobody in the mountains. There's a moonlight on the meadow and warm sulfuric fountains. And the cavalry
I don't want to live for what's supposed to come after. I don't want to give to the momentum of disaster. So I walk along in secret not revealing what
The sanctuary cannot feel. Talk to me and make me real. Cast out from a doorway into a night with low lights glowing. I'm holding out my bad-luck hand
it comes to you unexpected like the phantoms you used to know. it's the kind of pull you can't stand up to and the kind you can't let go. in an hour
Old man Johnson got his head in his hands He makes his living singing in a fiddling band. He's got hair down in his eyes And his microphone is all
Hey you, I never thought I would surrender. I still want to See if I could befriend her. Maybe it's true, You were just some kind of pretender.
sometimes i wonder why he's never been under my thumb. street lights settle down low, i hold on to what i know until the dawn comes. i know it aint
How quick people change. How quick them people change. It was just the other day I heard you say, "Jonny I got your back." But now that I'm caught
my long lost brother called out to me, saying, "not even god can hear my plea." and, "i fear the man who calls my name 'cause i know he'll send me back
the day broke through the window like golden drapes on a ghost. then i gazed out to the busy street where there were zero souls at most. i'd love
I come from the hills to the city. I don't turn my head to see things pass. I spend many days on the corner Like a rock in a rushing river's path.
i walk past the corner stores with the dark silhouettes standing in the doors. i'm barely balanced on my soggy shoes and the night is cutting my head
I once heard That love was the same As hate. Just different facets of the same fate. But now I know, Now I know, Now I know that it ain't. It ain
I want to hear an eagle cry Miles away from here. Floating through a valley In the mountainous breeze. I want to hear my angel Whisper in my ear.
Listen to the falling rain, bruises we have made in vain, stories from which we will turn and falter. Distances have all drawn near as love before
People living like they're told all across the land. So lost in the "supposed to be" they don't understand. Drifting alone. I aint got a home. Living
I've been on the invisible highway. Everything I see is in black & white. Cliff on one side rocks in a slide There never seems to be enough light