- I learned the truth at seventeen,
That love was meant for beauty queens - There's never much to say between
The moments of our games and repartee - Put your ear to the ground,
there's a buzz
about a new type of song - And I'm leaving the light on the stairs
No I'm not scared - I wait for you
Hey Jesse, I'm lonely, come home - Nothing's sadder than the man who thinks he's free
when he is chained to the prison of his hatred,
and a dream gone up in flames - I would tell her how I've yearned
to be worthy of the grail.
All these years and all I've learned
is just how brilliantly I fail - There are voices on the wind.
Stolen whispers, sacred moans.
You can hear them through your skin,
and the singing of the bones - Here we all are, waiting for God,
or someone who looks just like Him - We live beyond our means
on other peoples' dreams,
and that's succeeding - We were speaking of values and violence.
Breaking silence - And if I never reach Orion,
and if I never fly that far -
still there's no harm in trying
to go walking on a star - And if Jesus was a black man,
or as white as Sambo's grin,
it's his words that we'd remember,
not the color of his skin - Old lace and picture frames
rattle their ancient chains.
Midnight will surprise moonlight at the door - I want to make you love me,
and I want to make you smile,
and I want to be your family,
for just a little while - I believe in tomorrow,
but I remember yesterday - How could I have loved you for so long?
I know I enjoyed you,
but how could I have liked you? - Old cliches, they grow like vines,
to clutch the heart of the one you leave behind - It's the road that makes the rhythm.
It's the chalk marks on her soul. - She was younger than forever.
She was older than goodbye. - It's not who you love,
but whether you can. - Vocatus atque non vocatus, deus aderit.
Sursum, Domini, sursum Domini.
Ora pro nobis, in ora pro nobis pacem, Kyrie.
In ora Kyrie eleison. Kyrie. - She can taste it on your breath,
cutting through the cigarette.
She can smell it on your sweat - The city casts no shadow now.
At midnight,
all the whores come out and dance with darkness,
and the night rains pour. - How does it feel to pull out the nails,
and find you still can walk? - Yesterday's preacher,
today's bikini beacher - Now all over this big wide world,
I play like a girl -
from the California lights to the Serengetti nights,
I play like a girl - Close the light. Still the flames.
Candles light the empty frames.
A photograph can never be
the song you are to me. - Some overdose, and some wrap like a rose
'round the slick perfumed nose of high noon.
Burning their lips as they stoop low
to kiss some rich man's excuse for the moon. - First time I saw Paris in your eyes,
you told me how you loved me,
under blue Picasso skies. - No one sends roses to crazy old ladies
who lie in dark dusty rooms,
the size of a small foreign car.
Sometimes I wonder
where all the good people are. - Some sell their bodies for dimes,
while others marry for the houses,
and the jewelry.
It's a real thin line,
what you charge for your time. - Hide me in the wisdom of your thighs.
Ride me like a wave. - And is she beautiful?
She must be pretty, or worse,
to ride the high seas. - The gates of the city are closed until dawn,
when the ghosts of midnight have come and gone,
and the hearts of the weary carry on - Why can't my wings soar like yours?
Why can't my span spread as wide?
Maybe I've got too much left to hide - I am waiting for my life to be
one long unbroken symphony.
Will it come too late to shelter me?
I long to be eternity.
Come on, come on, eternity! - I lay the baby out each dawn,
inbetween the tender corn,
with sunrise for her bonnet,
and flies her only blanket. - Somewhere out there are millions just like me -
homesick for Eden,
heartsick at the memory. - You mistake the moment for the song.
The drama for the play.
The actor for the role.
The neon light for day. - The old ones like to claw and clutch.
Be careful not to offer much.
They understand the fist and crutch. - Here I am dancing at last.
Holding my own,
even when the band plays fast -
tonight's the night! - How we used to like the old-time movies.
The silent picture show,
where you make up your life
at the end of the night,
as your reel to reels unfold - Her new name was tattooed to her wrist.
It was longer than the old one... tattoo. - God said I wish you'd known me,
when I still believed you'd be true.
Now for the rest of your days,
when you call our my name,
I'll be "Mr. God" to you. - Every man's an island in the desert of his soul.
Take to the sky,
there's nowhere else to go. - I went to drink some water,
but the faucet heads were gone.
They weren't sterling silver,
but I loved to turn them on. - Enough about me - let's talk about you.
What do you think of me?
