They came from Scandinavia. The land of midnight sun. And crossed the North Atlantic. When this century was young. They'd heard that in America. Every man was free.
Oil on canvas. Couplets and stanzas. To divine who you are. Pencil portrayals and. Jealous betrayals. Get you further afar.. False faces and. Meaningless chases.
I hear the thunder. Three miles away. The island's leaking. Into the bay. The poison is spreading. The demon is free. And people are running from. What they can't even see..
Exiles...running from each other. We are exiles. Living undercover. Looking for another day to make it all work out.. Exiles. Standing in the shadows.
May the trail rise up to meet you. May your heart rejoice in song. May the skies be fair above you. As you journey ever on.. Ever on--ever on. Ever on--ever on..
Waiting in the wings. Your courage sings before. you falter.... It's just another way to say. What's there but never. shows.. It's just another day to lay.
Dancing shoes. On the wall above your bedside. Saw it all as we performed. our pirouette. Fleshes fused. As the flicker of the candles. Threw upon the wall a.
Somewhere on a lonely. muddy country road. I heard your song, crow,. for the first time.. Somewhere in the distance. wicked, black and low. Made me feel as I was.
Changing horses in the middle of. a stream. Gets you wet and sometimes cold. Changing faces in the middle of a dream. Gets you old. Oh, gets you old..
Found your heart. And lost your lover. Lick your wounds. And run for cover.. Take your time. There'll be another. And don't make the same. mistake twice.
Up through the branches. The stars shine above. On the arroyos. And mesas you loved. And as the moon rises. The black mountain mourns. For the old friend.
In the overcrowded cities. Where the nights are bright as day. You spend your weekly paycheck. And turn your eyes away. From the crisis we've created.
I can see you in the distance. And you're heading for a fall. Sinking deeper by the minute. You're about to lose it all.... You better change. Before the sun goes down.
I saw her first in a beggar's game. Her eyes were wild but her. laugh was tame. Those people knew her by. another name. I knew that she'd be mine. I knew that she'd be mine..
I see the raven's made. Her nest in your eyes. She's got you thinking that. Her love is a prize. And you'll go under from. The weight of her lies. As the raven flies.
Here's another little song for you.. I hope you'll listen to it well.. Means no different than the others do. And it won't change you I can tell.. Anyway, I love you.
There's thorns on the cactus tree. There's thorns on the rose. There's thorns in the heart of me. That nobody knows. They tear at the flesh until. The tears start to rise.
Joy at the start. Fear in the journey. Joy in the coming home. A part of the heart. Gets lost in the learning. Somewhere along the road.. Along the road.
So you've heard I've been flyin'. And tryin' to get into. Somebody new. And I'm off on a new love. And don't hardly ever. Think about you.. He's gotten so cold.
Yeah. Oh, dig this. . Like the heat from a thousand suns that burns on. Rising ever higher. A phoenix from a pyre. My eternal desire. . I'm on fire, I'm on fire.