Do you mind if I ask you a question? Do you mind if I swear not to hurt you? Do you mind if I don't piss on your bed? Do you mind? Do you mind? Do you
I'm 15 for a moment Caught in between 10 and 20 And I'm just dreaming Counting the ways to where you are I'm 22 for a moment And she feels better than
I get a little tired Looking through the trees Sitting on the 405 Hoping for a breeze Everybody's gunning You got something to see I gotta sell this
Chances are when said and done Who'll be the lucky ones who make it all the way? Though you say I could be your answer Nothing lasts forever no matter
I don't know you, I never met you For laughs I'll call you Sam You were the son of Mrs. Someone I hope she understands Sam you were all that you had
Augie Nieto's got a story to tell you Though it's hard to hear him speak He caught Lou Gehrig rounding third one day Now he's happy as he'll ever be
There was a man back in '95 Whose heart ran out of summers But before he died, I asked him ?Wait, what's the sense in life? Come over me, Come over me
Jainy sells for three dimes a night Morning helps her find her way blind And I love her more than I can tell, yeah Heaven help me now Seems I found to
There was a time a long, long time ago Chevy's and levees played on the radio No cell phones, just 20 thousand lights Swaying on a Saturday night, alright
I know it's over You know it's over We're just going through the motions But we're sailing separate oceans world's apart And you know it's breaking my
Three thousand miles of wilderness overcome by the flow A lonely restitution of pavement pomp and show I seek a thousand answers I find but one or two
Flyin' through a dark prismatic tunnel on a carousel The earth is turnin' and you know it very well Your mind is reeling like ten helicopters wheelin'
Random blobs of power expressed as that which we all disregard Ordered states of nature on a scale which no one thinks about Don't speak to me of anarchy
Lascivious, it's all that I can think of as I drag my feet Searching like a Diogenes Dangerous, the adjective of the decade And of your alluring intricacies
It's a matter of prescience no, not the science fiction kind It's all about ignorance and greed and miracles for the blind The media parading, disjointed
So proud of history replete with sanctity Orbs in their harmony they sing their code to me Have you ever heard yourself the orbit that you're in? The
Offer me eternity And I'll trade a cup of coffee and a dime Lookin' for a handout On behalf of those who have so little time But who wants to live on
I had a friend who kept a candle in his pocket He used to touch it when the wind was blowin' high I guess it made him feel like he could bluff the system