The night is restless. But no dream's in sight. And the sounds have no beginnings or ends. And that glow is not a light. . The walls turn into waterfalls.
Around here, it's all the same. I said, it's all the same. When drops of sunshine. Start to turn to rain. I said, it's all the same. . They don't know what to call it.
The man laid his hat on the table. Hung his coat up on the wall. Sat down to dinner, said as soon as I am able. I'll say something nice to you all. . Then he took a deck from his pocket.
Quit it give it up, ring that bell. You climb the walls, might as well. Like golden roses fallin' down. Ringing out all over town. Somewhere in the ballroom.
With a mind that's sick and crazy. Put together like a baby in a fist fight. Here comes an angel flying. Like a moth to a backyard bug-light. . One mind two hearts somehow got torn apart and healed.
Once I was something but I can't remember. Whatever that something should be. Once I was something but I can't remember. Whatever that something should.
They draw the line you cannot see. They build the cage that sets you free. They drop the word from up above. They crack the whip you've grown to love.
How much do I owe you?. I'll pay but I don't want to. Go where I go to. Days of where I came from. In a restaurant in Mexico. . Told me not to drink the water.
Well the moon was more than we could hope for. We sure know a real good time. We'll take him up to the cottonwood. Nighttime creeping from behind. Green black box with whatever's inside.
Some come away with an armload of hay. One sails to market on her sea. Some like to say they'll do it yesterday. One starts his car without a key. Some come to play.
Jelly roll fire cracker. Chicken farmer's luck. Gutterball goldfish wedding. Rare new Siamese duck. Out size lavender basket. Linoleum money floor. Stubborn flexible hayride.
Tie me up. Get it right. Pull the knots. Good and tight. Toss me in a car. Take us out for a ride. This is almost like being alive. I'm not here, I'm nowhere.
One afternoon as dusk was nearing. I saw something I thought worth hearing. Something that's been around so long. Now listen to my new year's song. Who ever made up the calendar was wrong.
Put off the light. Draw the line at anything natural. Flesh is fine. Redefines the meaning of natural. Nothing could own us.. . Draw the wine, raise the glass to all the unnaturals.
Sand man walks the islands. Over corals bay. Wishes balanced captive. Pushing time away. In love.... Disappearing pictures. Falling from the sky. Sandman in the shallows asking.
I believe in everything,. In the hose and the silver ring,. I believe in everyone,. But the flame has just begun.. . And I will,. I quit.. Can't stand the sight of it..
I went outside, what did I see. I saw the sky, I saw some trees. I saw a girl, a beauty queen. I knew that I was a machine. . There is a button that makes me go.
Hot pink volcano in the heart of the tornado. Is shaking the lemonade tree. Hot pink forest is backed by a furnace. That boils the lemonade free. . And it all went down.
Everybody's got some kind of belief about creator. Some say openly, "I don't know". Some build elevators to take the chosen few. Who can afford the scenic view.
Climb, climb, I always climb. Out of bed in the morning. On a mountain made of sand. And I know this doesn't rhyme. . But the clutter on the table. Is getting out of hand.