I've got a will this time, I don't care what you say I've got a feeling this will all go away It's in the wind this time, it's in the southern sky I can
Beauty is what eyes behold And you burn brighter than most I chased you through the midnight streets To be where I could speak freely I didn't care what
Help me I don't know what I'm doin' Help me before I fall to ruin And if I'm blind, I will lead you on Come follow me now before our time is gone And
You give me a heart attack You look like the summertime You call me an artifact But I'll save that for another time I could be rich or poor I don't need
Was a time early in life When I hated everything Born too young, top of my lungs Sitting on the bottom rung Took advice from the wrong shoulder Took
Now one fell asleep in the street and he never woke up Now one died in pieces in his bed with the mouth full of gold And one threatened me long ago when
Settle down now and sit with me Let me tell you how this all came to be A yellow flower with your petals to the air And flying on paper wings that brought
I'm the one that's gonna tear your fuckin' heart out? My hate is contagious You've got no one to run to Exile, exile Exile, exile Just tell me fuckin
into this foolish splendour i have brought the beauty of a soul cold and dark as the last day is the image of the dream that made it all worth-while in exile
Wasting the world away at the bite of your touch, the wash of the passing days seeping out doesn't matter that much, drowning out...no sound, pouring
Saw you stretched out in room ten o nine With a smile on your face and the tears right in your eye Could not seem to get a line on you, my sweet honey
No good, can't speak, wound up, no sleep Sky diver insider her, slip rope, stunt flyer Wounded lover, got no time on hand One last cycle, thrill freak
Well I never kept a dollar past sunset It always burned a hole in my pants Never made a school mama happy Never blew a second chance, oh no I need a
Who's that woman on your arm? All dressed up to do you harm And I'm hip to what she'll do Give her just about a month or two Bit off more than I can
I'm the man on the mountain Come on up I'm the plowman in the valley With a face full of mud Yes I'm fumbling And I know my car don't start Yes I'm stumbling
In the heat of the day down in Mobile, Alabama Working on the railroad with the steel driving hammer I've Gotta make some money to buy some brand new
When the waters is rough The sailing is tough I'll get drowned in your love You've got a cut throat crew, yeah I'm gonna sink under you I got the bell
Oh yeah I hear you talking When I'm on the street Your mouth don't move But I can hear you speak What's the matter with the boy? He don't come around