I don't take clothes that are hand-me-downs I don't smile 'Cause I wear a frown Once I get started you can't hold me down Once I get going then I go to town I'm not like everybody else I don't want to...
The white ducks fly All past the sun Their wings flap silver at the moon While waters rush down the mountaintops My [?] plays circus tunes I dance to the wonders of your feet And I sing to the joy of...
What did it mean to fly? A tremor in your soul To resist the dull insistence of gravity Upward bound, trees fly To meadows and the fields And the border is a simple line of hills Did you come uncoiled...
Why do lovers park down deserted lanes Near haunted houses or homes for the insane Like the deformed son who was locked in a shed Later escaped when he chopped off their heads Why do axe murderers...
Back in the woods under ashes there is a stone That says he was here a long time ago I wonder if he'll ever pass this way again But I know that no one ever goes home again I'm crossing over county...
When I look up to the sky I see your eyes A funny kind of yellow Rush home to bed I soak my head I see your face underneath my pillow I woke next morning Tired, still yawning See your face looking...
I drive alone, home from work And I always think of her Late at night I call her But I never say a word And I can see her squeeze the phone between her chin and shoulder And I can almost smell her...
I'm alternating between heavy and light Between meaning and nonsense And having a drink I have counted all the lines on the road Between here and Los Angeles That pass straight below And I am dreaming...
I will sing I will be passed on over now Take the wheel Take me down Let me sleep till we have disappeared 'Cause we're moving from east to west Across the grey, it's meaningless On the borderline...
Well I lost an eye in Mexico Lost two teeth where I don't know People see me comin' and they move to the other side of the road I robbed a liquor store or two Made myself at home a few times Borrowed...