I'll never fit in so why should I try?. How I'm I ever gonna pass for a normal guy?. I can't wear no suit and tie, gotta let my freak flag fly. If I walk the straight and narrow one more day I think I'll die.
Your world is in flames there ain't even a name. For the feelings you feel as you watch it all burn.. There's a girl in the distance, she's calling your name,.
Long about an hour before sunrise. she drags his body down to the edge of the swollen river. wrapped in a red velvet curtain. stolen from the movie theater where she works..
It was 1967, I was watching a TV show. When the glowing screen went blank. I looked out of my window. I saw 27 crows perched on my antenna. In the glass a familiar face appeared.
That's how they found him.... he was howling at the moon.. Sitting right there on the railway tracks. With the train a'coming.. . There was a string of wild flowers.
Well I was shacked up down in Mobile. With a girl from New York City.. She woke me up one night to tell me. That we weren't alone.. She said she saw the ghost.
Down at the drugstore. where they sell medicine. back in the corner. stands a plywood Superman.. He never saves nobody from nothing.. He just leans against the wall.
Things that you know. Places you won't go. Faces where you see. Traces of yourself. . Ooh, life's a big mystery. In the puzzle of history. I see pieces of heaven.
Dixie is a scourge and a scar. And a girl in my heart and a state of mind. Jesus is the man with a plan. He's a short haired Mexican friend of mine. .
Out in the junkyard in the pines. They're working over time. Hacking back them vines. That are eating up their minds. Fruit of the vine, that old fruit of the vine.
When too much beauty numbs the mind. When what you see ain't what you get. When digging deeper what you find. Is skeletons best left behind. . We go crash into the sun.
It's the twilight hour. As the sun goes down. I see a flatbed Ford with a scrapyard load. Rattle off through town. . The railroad crossing lights flash on.
How we get lost. Going from here to there. Counting numbers in the air. Cheekbone to a cool stone wall. . See the fireflies in this mason jar. Light my smile like a faded scar.
"Corvair". . Sunlight in the weeds... I wish that I was blind... to the ghosts. dancing in the breeze... blowing through my mind.. Got a Corvair in my yard. It hasn't run in fifteen years..
Sometimes you gotta take off your shoes,. sit right down in the middle of the road,. kick off the dust, and deal with the news. that you are blind.. .
The days of our innocence and grace blow by.. The smiles we wear upon our face blow by.. . Oh, the sweet wine of youth. goes sour over time.. Seems like the more that you lose,.