I hid out on the front porch. I laid up in my mind. I looked for me a love. The best one I could find. He got himself a ticket. On an international flight.
Living for the moment. It flashes and fades. And takes you down. Familiar deserted byways. Shelf-stored memories. Lead you where you been. No long ago.
Living on medication. Don't wanna know what I've done. Place to place, on the run. Living on medication. . Living on medication. Wanted to slow the world down.
There will be droughts and days inundated. Unveilings free from saturation. Departures raised with no masquerading.. . There will be teachers that die by their own hand.
Without time there's no devotion. Without you there's only time. Making the most situations. Living on love that's living blind. . [Chorus]. You say you're no affected.
Are the words by an old photograph. 'Rustic old doors made by a million years'. Waiting for the train around sunset. Find a frenzy like no one cares. .
Happy hair with fashion eye. Climbed up the Ivory Tower. Just forgot what the game was for. Just forgot what the game was for. . Sing the streets of silence.
Jet pilot for the day. Washed his sins away. Loves to see the Rangers play. His daddy has a job in Washington. Wants to raise a Harvard son. . Junior liked to let his hair down.
Continental motion certainty, the merciful wheels. Where the living are living on solvents and ashes. Time chain of loneliness, half tone rebellions. Nomadic upturns and lights, the skeleton key turns the night.
Say hello to the blue side hanging around. Didn't think it mattered, just a force of habit. With room to roam, the wayside heals all thats wrong. Didn't think it mattered, now the writings on the wall.
We tried to guard but stayed through life. Others were trying but all is true. Shifting phase left us to realize. There's nothing more that we can do.
Got caught up in a breakaway dream. Destination city of New Orleans. Cheap motels and [Incomprehensible]. Cross some bridges for eternity. . Headed west for a two week stay.
Wasted air, breathe so low. Same old politics of show. Just don't find it the same as I leave it. Still in the flow. Still in the flow and I'm low to the ground.
Three generations can't be wrong. Roll around roll around with their favorite songs. Vinyl disc with power to hypnotize. Visions of blues and jump and jive.
Shots are filled and boredom killed. The last chance purple of dawn. Pagan roads and catacombs. Lost on the way to the heart. . Bar souls and shifty eyes.
Hand in hand there are angels that are holding warning signs. Show you the way like teachers and prophets of doom. Everyone has their idols, there will always be a story to tell.
When the levee goes, the heart breaks away. The mind holds back, just loose dirt in pouring rain. The truth is not free and everyone must pay the price.
Wake up to the Biddle Street blues. Can't shake the news. All the way to the big dome. They're trying. . The intrigues of the new royalty. And the believers.
From different levels. Just pieces together. Never had a fall. That didn't burn with laughter. Living it down. Just enough time to revel. . All this talk about.
She'll take you there and back again. Coltrane free as she finds her way. She doesn't waste the time that she's given. She knows what she wants. Fashion needs to but she doesn't want to talk about it.