transition From doubt to indecision It's the actual condition of my mind Well the actual condition of my soul Sometimes feels like being sucked into a hole And
middle of the winter I was waiting for you and you were due When I got back you said you were leaving Leaving you said right away And coming back for
became And then one day she met a man Digging through the trash for cans Charity, chastity, prudence, and hope It was his aluminum That attracted her to him And
as lies I run the jagged line From years and years of practice I know just how to stand Alone with perfect balance, hand in hand Prepared with boards and hammers And
know about your business Sooner or later, friend, you've got to fall Every night it's gotta be adventure The way you live your life's a crime And if
doesn't mean that much to me Sometimes I don't mean that much to you And I don't even know what I'm hiding for And I don't even know what I'm crying
progression They're standing still in place and time And no one's moving, they're only Standing still in ice cold ice cold ice All machines and all are
enough? While pausing on a thought Can you think of what you've got? (Only you know what matters in your life) When it's pouring out, you're pondering inside And
face and her father's brown eyes Her own force of will to her mother's surprise A whole look about her that says that she may She lifted her arms and
between them everyday And a sense of guilt that's not going away When they get older perhaps they'll understand She's a woman and now he is a man And
my change And I can still hear the telephone I wanna go back, but I'm halfway to The place where we will meet And I'm half dead on my feet And once
I see the sun and I see the calendar The days go floating by so slowly in a blur I read the numbers and I discard everyone I burn my fingers on the pages
Well, you get up every morning And you see, it's still the same All the floors and all the walls And all the rest remains Nothing changes fast enough
persuade a movement south Thinking that it's better there The warmer climes that we seek out Poor bird flies up in the air, never getting anywhere And
Panhandle, pedal faster Playing card, listen, master Pointed gun, aim to please No one talking, no one sees Take a stand and collect Images and imageless
And never should you have waited (Never changes, the things I feel inside Sit by a lake and cry Like a shingle on a roof in a windstorm Should I let loose and
You're looking for a chance to give your mind a rest Now please correct me if I'm wrong The story goes that I'm not terribly impressed I guess I've known
soldier Patrolling the world with your little boy face And a grown up gun that shoots You got a fresh scrubbed teenage outlook on terror And a khaki
