: Got a drawer full of alarm clocks And the case is in your head And it's playing different sides now Like the fishers of men and the men And the
: I'm a sewing machine And everything but what she needs And God, he knows just what I mean I'm a sewing machine Always stiching things back up But I
: Did you lose ground? Was the wind whipping you all around? Lost souls, they travel through the air On pulleys and strings It's a puppet show You just
: And suddenly your mind it is alive With all the details of your life The names and faces When your blood was all inside It's a lonely ride the
: Not running but I'm running away from you Not talking but I have my ways Not joking I'm too old to learn that trade Not listening but I hear you
: Boy & the street choir make a lot of noise The interstate it runs away A blur of head and tail lights splay In all directions from the place you
: My mind is racing all the time And where it's going I don't know but I don't mind And all the aching in her eyes Couldn't tell you half the story
: I live in the mess you are I live in the mess you are And I could find out the truth I could open you I could find out the truth If I just wasn't so
: Hold on, hold on You're living in secret doubt All shadows and whispers now Move it on up, move it on up yeah You don't need a witness to see
: Tax collector's coming for your body Tax collector's coming for your soul To see that you've paid your dues, or else My love, that you've not been
: When this here and now has been and gone And you're strectched out like some summer dawn In a sleepy south shoretown that yawns In a lawn chair waiting
: There's a cold German in a bar in Berlin With the blueprints of an architect still searching through His pockets for a dream-maker or a chance-taker
reach of us, keeping our peace from us And the city's lit up like a fireworks display Where tonight it's the head of this state on a plate And Saint Francis, Zookeeper
: The jungle is filled with my friends We sleep when and where we can And I don't know the last weekend we saw Cuz nobody really knows Which way to the
: See how the chips fall where they may How my lips sink ships, drift astray How I've mised you, I've been a bad boy But seventeen, it takes forever
