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. These
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
Out in the junkyard in the pines they're working over time hacking back them vines, that're eating up their their minds. Fruit of the vine... that old
Oooh, it's been a long long one day longer than a country mile stronger than a hurricane oooh, it's been a long long day. This red barn in the field
Things that you know. Places you won't go. Faces where you see traces of yourself. Oooh, life's a big mystery. In the puzzle of history, I see pieces
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
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
I'll never fit in, so why should I try? How'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
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
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
When too much beauty numbs the mind, when what you see ain't what you get, when digging deeper what you find, is skeletones best left behind... We go
