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I hear the drizzle of the rain

Like a memory it falls

Soft and warm continuing

Tapping on my roof and walls

And from the shelter of my mind

Through the window of my eyes

I gaze beyond the rain-drenched streets

To England where my heart lies

My mind's distracted and diffused

My thoughts are many miles away

They lie with you when you're asleep

And kiss you when you start your day

And as a song I was writing is left undone

I don't know why I spend my time

Writing songs I can't believe

With words that tear and strain to rhyme

And so you see I have come to doubt

All that I once held as true

I stand alone without beliefs

The only truth I know is you

And as I watch the drops of rain

Weave their weary paths and die

I know that I am like the rain

There but for the grace of you go I

Look out, Mama, there's a white boat coming up the river,

with a big red beacon and a flag and a man on the rail

I think you'd better call John

'cause it don't look like they're here to deliver the mail

And it's less than a mile away

I hope they didn't come to stay

It's got numbers on the side and a gun,

and it's making big waves

Daddy's gone, my brother's out hunting in the mountains

Big John's been drinking since the river took Emmy Lou

So the powers that be left me here to do all the thinking

And I just turned twenty-two

I was wondering what to do

And the closer they got,

The more those feelings grew

Daddy's rifle in my hand felt reassuring

He told me, 'Red means run, Son, numbers add up to nothing'

But when that first shot hit the dock, I saw it coming

Raised the rifle to my eye

Never stopped to wonder why

Then I saw black and my face flash in the sky

Shelter me from the powder and the finger

Cover me with the thought that pulled the trigger

Just think of me as one you never figured,

to fade away so young

with so much left undone

Remember me to my love

I know I'll miss her

Cain slew Abel Seth knew not why

For if the children of Israel were to multiply

Why must any of the children die?

So he asked the Lord

And the Lord said:

Man means nothing he means less to me

Than the lowliest cactus flower

Or the humblest Yucca tree

He chases round this desert

Cause he thinks that's where I'll be

That's why I love mankind

I recoil in horror from the foulness of thee

From the squalor and the filth and the misery

How we laugh up here in heaven at the prayers you offer me

That's why I love mankind

The Christians and the Jews were having a jamboree

The Buddhists and the Hindus joined on satellite TV

They picked their four greatest priests

And they began to speak

They said, "Lord, a plague is on the world

Lord, no man is free

The temples that we built to you

Have tumbled into the sea

Lord, if you won't take care of us

Won't you please, please let us be?"

And the Lord said

And the Lord said

I burn down your cities-how blind you must be

I take from you your children and you say how blessed are we

You all must be crazy to put your faith in me

That's why I love mankind

You really need me

That's why I love mankind

Still Looking

This year's love had better last. Heaven knows it's high time.

I've been waiting on my own too long.

And when ya hold me like you do. It feels so right oh now.

I start to forget how my heart gets torn. When that hurt gets thrown.

Feeling like you can't go on.

Turning circles and time again. Cut like a knife oh now.

If ya love me got to know for sure.

'Cause it takes something more this time. Than sweet, sweet lies oh now.

Before I open up my arms and fall.

Losing all control.

Every dream inside my soul.

When ya kiss me on that midnight street. Sweep me off my feet.

Singing, "ain't this life so sweet?".

This year's love had better last. This year's love had better last.

'Cause who's to worry if our hearts get torn. When that hurt gets thrown.

Don't ya know this life goes on.

Wont ya kiss me on that midnight street. Sweep me off my feet.

Singing, "ain't this life so sweet?".

This year's love had better last. This year's love had better last.

This year's love had better last. This year's love had better last.

This year's love had better last. This year's love had better last.

They were hiding behind hay bales. They were planting in the full moon. They had given all they had for something new.

But the light of day was on them. They could see the thrashers coming. And the water shone like diamonds in the dew.

And I was just getting up. Hit the road before it's light. Trying to catch an hour on the sun.

When I saw those thrashers rolling by, looking more than two lanes wide, I was feelin' like my day had just begun.

Where the eagle glides ascending, there's an ancient river bending. Down the timeless gorge of changes, where sleeplessness awaits

I searched out my companions, who were lost in crystal canyons. When the aimless blade of science slashed the pearly gates.

It was then I knew I'd had enough. Burned my credit card for fuel.

Headed out to where the pavement turns to sand.

With a one-way ticket to the land of truth and my suitcase in my hand, how I lost my friends, I still don't understand.

They had the best selection, they were poisoned with protection. There was nothing that they needed, nothing left to find

They were lost in rock formations, or became park bench mutations. On the sidewalks and in the stations they were waiting, waiting.

So I got bored and left them there, they were just dead weight to me. Better down the road without that load.

Brings back the time when I was eight or nine, I was watchin' my mama's T.V. It was that great Grand Canyon rescue episode.

Where the vulture glides descending, on an asphalt highway bending, through libraries and museums, galaxies and stars.

Down the windy halls of friendship, to the rose clipped by the bullwhip, the motel of lost companions waits with heated pool and bar.

But me I'm not stopping there, got my own row left to hoe.

Just another line in the field of time. When the thrashers come, I'll be stuck in the sun, like the dinosaurs in shrines.

But I'll know the time has come to give what's mine.

The Angel and The Devil, secretly they get along. Sitting up there with me in the middle, from dusk til dawn.

I get so confused by which way to turn. They're looking at me like decide which bridge to burn.

If I'm wrong or right, you stand by my side. The devil never knows, the devil never knows.

Listen listen as you forgive me for the thousandth time. The Devil never knows, the Devil never knows.

Angel in disguise.

Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa

Looking over my shoulder. Looking out, looking out for me.

Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa Looking over my shoulder. Looking out, looking out for me.

It's a long way down. Even longer way back up. When the chips are down. You'll always back me up.

You can talk me down. Talk me out and talk me up. When the ship goes down, you'll always back me up

And now I know, Spanish Harlem are not just pretty words to say.

I thought I knew, but now I know that rose trees never grow In New York City.

Until you've seen this trash can dream come true you stand at the edge while people run you through.

And I thank the Lord there's people out there like you.

I thank the Lord there's people out there like you.

While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters sons of bankers, sons of lawyers turn around and say good morning to the night.

For unless they see the sky but they can't and that is why they know not if it's dark outside or light.

This Broadway's got it's got a lot of songs to sing.

If I knew the tunes I might join in.

I'll go my way alone grow my own, my own seeds shall be sown, in New York City.

Subway's no way for a good man to go down rich man can ride and the hobo he can drown.

And I thank the Lord for the people I have found.

I thank the Lord for the people I have found.

While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters sons of bankers, sons of lawyers turn around and say good morning to the night.

For unless they see the sky but they can't and that is why.

They know not if it's dark outside or light.

And now I know Spanish Harlem are not just pretty words to say.

I thought I knew but now I know that rose trees never grow in New York City.

Subway's no way for a good man to go down rich man can ride and the hobo he can drown.

And I thank the Lord for the people I have found.

I thank the Lord for the people I have found.

While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters sons of bankers, sons of lawyers turn around and say good morning to the night.

For unless they see the sky but they can't and that is why.

They know not if it's dark outside or light.

They know not if it's dark outside or light.

With a glass inlaid with gemstones, on a pool around the evening, among the perfumed roses, wait for her.

With the patience of a packhorse , loaded for the mountains, like a stoic, noble prince, wait for her.

With seven pillows laid out on the stair the scent of womens' incense fills the air, be calm, and wait for her.

And do not flush the sparrows, that are nesting in her braids. all along the barricades, wait for her.

And if she comes soon, wait for her

And if she comes late, wait.

Let her be still as a summer afternoon, a garden in full bloom.

Let her breathe in the air, that is foreign to her heart. Let her lips part. Wait for her.

Take her to the balcony, see the moon soaked in milk. Hear the rustle of her silk. Wait for her.

Don't let your eyes alight upon the twin doves of her breast. Lest they take flight. Wait for her.

And if she comes soon, wait for her. And if she comes late, wait

Serve her water before wine. Do not touch her hand. Let your fingertips rest as her command.

Speak softly as a flute would to a fearful violin. Breathe out, breathe in.

And as the echo fades from that final fusillade, remember the promises you made.

Sunset is an angel weeping. Holding out a bloody sword. No matter how I squint I cannot Make out what it's pointing toward. Sometimes you feel like you've lived too long. Days drip slowly on the page. You catch yourself Pacing the cage

I´ve proven who I am so many times. The magnetic strip's worn thin. And each time I was someone else. And every one was taken in. Hours chatter in high places. Stir up eddies in the dust of rage. Set me to pacing the cage

I never knew what you all wanted. So I gave you everything. All that I could pillage. All the spells that I could sing. It's as if the thing were written. In the constitution of the age. Sooner or later you'll wind up Pacing the cage

Sometimes the best map will not guide you. You can't see what's round the bend. Sometimes the road leads through dark places. Sometimes the darkness is your friend. Today these eyes scan bleached-out land. For the coming of the outbound stage. Pacing the cage Pacing the cage

Watch your battle with a bottle 'till you lose that fight, start a war with your woman for one more night. You and me baby look how far we've come, and I still feel like I want to get me some.

Just say where, just say you when if you're in. It'd be nice if you let me in now and then. Its enough just to know I can.

Too long in a place I despise with your grim hello's and no goodbyes. You're swallowing whole your steak and pride 'till you compromise for one hell of a ride.

Just say where, just say when if you're in. And it's all right to be wrong now and then. It's enough just to know I can, it's enough just to know I can.

Ooh, ooh ooh. (2x)

Just say where, just say when and if you're in. And it'd be nice if you let me win now and then. It's enough just to know I can.

One more riddle in the middle of the night, if you're everywhere, where do you hide? You and me baby look how far we've come, I still feel like I gotta get me some.

Well it's enough just to know I can. It's enough just to know I can. It's enough just to know I can. It's enough just to know that you're my friend.

The book of love is long and boring. No one can lift the damn thing. It's full of charts and facts and figures and instructions for dancing. But I, I love it when you read to me and you, you can read me anything.

The book of love has music in it. In fact that's where music comes from. Some of it is just transcendental. Some of it is just really dumb. But I, I love it when you sing to me and you, you can sing me anything.

The book of love is long and boring and written very long ago. It's full of flowers and heart-shaped boxes and things we're all too young to know. But I, I love it when you give me things and you, you ought to give me wedding rings. I, I love it when you give me things and you, you ought to give me wedding rings.