What you say / what you mean And the space between those words What you know / anymore I don't think so anymore What you say / what you mean And the distance that's between Those two words / anymore I don't think so anymore
What you say / what you mean I don't think so anymore Anymore / time between What you say and what you mean
I need more To talk to you so bad So bad I could Cry again, just like last time Don't cry any more / I don't mind It's a waste of time
Don't need anymore / time between Between those words, you and me Time between you and me / anymore Anymore / time between / I don't think so any more Time between / what'd you say I don't think so anymore I need more / you need More is what you say Anymore (I'll go away)
Sick of yourself / sick of yourself Sick of being someone else I'm sick of myself / sick of Everything I am / any
Time between / you and/ everything Time between / you and / this
Look at me / look at me I'm as useless as can be No time anymore / not tired anymore Tired of what you see in me Time between / you and me Time between two words any more Not anymore / not anymore It's the time between you and me
Not any more / not any more It's the time between you and me Any more
There's a place in the mountains that we could go We could stock up with diamonds and bars of gold If we wanted a fortune, that's where we'd go And if you wanted to go there, well, let me know
And inside Fort Knox, King Solomon is occupied with providence Enough, but not too confident And I get by, goodbye
Every night at 11, they drive the gold Through the underground entrance between the poles
If we wait for a moment, the guards might go Then I could get the door open and grab some gold But if I should get noticed, don't worry, grab you stuff and go I can deal with King Solomon alone
It's the sound of my ego spinning out of control Sounds in my head that might never come out Stuck in my head, and forever reverberate How do you pluck them out?
These are the stories that will never unfold All of the characters cast in stone Years surely weathered them, I don't remember them They've all faded away
I'm a child, I'm a baby I can change my mind like any other genius This is genius, this is genuine, this is bullshit
Suppressing the violent side That ego can override
As a child, as a baby As a phenom, as a meteorite Burned out in the galaxy Where the parking lots are oh so bright
You're in a deep karma canyon And your world is so low Even you don't understand it And you've got nowhere to go All you see is mountains, counting All the steps you have to climb
Did you get to the chapter In the book of childrens' rhymes Where the happy ever after Is the ending of all time I wish I could believe it, I Guess I would if I was a child
Tell me who will keep score for you As we play every day inside a Deep karma canyon
When you mind begins to reconstruct The sadness into laughter Maybe you can turn the karma into Happy ever after If you find a way to do this, I'd Appreciate a hand, I'm in a Deep karma canyon
Overhearing conversations turn into dust Critically acclaimed and publicity defamed There's nothing I can say about it Much less I could do about it Who cares anyway? Who cares anyway?
There's nothing I can do about it Screw it, I don't care about it Nothing I can say about it Hey, it's OK now
Monkeys made of brass fly out of your ass Self-destructive fool fell into the pool So content with treading water If it doesn't get much hotter Tired of everyday's morality plays
There's nothing I can do about it Screw it, I don't care about it Nothing I can say about it Hey, it's OK now
I'm so tired of trying to explain I'm so bored I hardly stand the strain
Everything you hate Is everything that you created
Rollercoaster pharmacy of ups and downs Endless ride upon your merry-go- round Stupid is as stupid says Now it all goes to your head Inspirations fade / the failing grade
Wishing well runs wet and dry I wish for things I never had Surrounds and wells up in my eyes The screaming voice, it lies Wishing well gets someone's attention Every wish you ever had In a day of nights, in the darkest of light Sits and cries, watch the lies
Could you give me a wish if I tell you what I want? Will the price be no object? I wish for dreams of light I live for wishing well surprise
Deepest light, the secret lies Wishing well gives you all that you desire Homes and trains, and the greenest of plains That you ever happened upon The silent wish, it calls you out Calls you out by name Lays upon the plain, on the mountain high City lights, wish delights
What if the waters and wishes appear? Will the price be no object? I wish for dreams of light I live for wishing well surprise
Twist and shape on the winding twine Around the spindle winds Wish again, four times again Four wishes deep into the well
There's a price to pay for a wish to come true Trade a small piece of your life Roots in the soil, uprooting the soil Mountain high, the mountain high The wish is only to speak a kind Kind of word, so benign absurd The well, three wishes run dry Wishing well is dry When no grass grows, the weeds run in line Wish three wishes, three wishes run dry
Days come, days go by So it matters, so you say But it's all coming back in a way And nothing will ever change The words exchanged for revenge inside You know these things take time
Now and then, these words Make me laugh so powerful Going through several lies They've never been so true
I know that I'm used to time You know what it is, don't you? Some words make us all cry It's so talented
If anybody could read my mind And share with me these thoughts Of all the enemies left behind And friends that time forgot Pretending nothing could ever faze you Well, some things never change Tell me why do these words ring home How can you heartbreak a stranger?
Days come, days go by So it matters, so you say But it's all coming back in a way And everyone knows a way And everybody runs away From somebody who cries
Poison thoughts in my mind Got to free myself from this bind I know I'm a reasoning guy
In an act like Jesus Christ Stare into the sun You don't see eye to eye with anyone
I throw it all away (Don't talk to me no more) The more I think, the less I've got to say (I don't remember you no more) About these poison years: it's just a memory
And every time you knock me down It's all that I can do to get up off the ground Pull myself apart again
At the end of this rope Rope at the end of the line I see you swing by your neck on a vine
Treason is the reason for my poison years Leaves are changing seasons of my poison years
Poison years in my mind Got to free myself from this bind I know I'm a reasoning guy
Every time you knock me down It's all that I can do to get up To get up off the ground
I walk through the day Through the open fields I walk to my truck To my truck and drive away To the road Through the broken roads, trusty road I was headed for the road The road that runs that way
And I, I see the train The trains don't run to Brasilia I walked through the fields Through the fields to Brasilia My ticket stub says I'm going I'm going to Trenton
When my friends stop by I try to impress them, no buildings over two stories high Except my house, oh my my, I see See crossed lattice work made out of brick I see buildings With laundry hanging out of the window Never in my wildest dreams would I think I'd see Brasilia crossed with Trenton
When you live in the middle of nowhere Your imagination runs away and wild You make games, I make games that I play most once a day I pretend Brasilia turned to Trenton Brasilia crossed with Trenton
Department store The only place that I buy clothes anymore I used to be a big shopper 'round the world Big credit cards, they don't matter anymore 'Cause I can't pay any money that I owe To these cards anymore They don't take these things down at the bank They just take money
Imagine yourself in the middle of nowhere Imagination runs away for a while I play games about once a day or so I don't know, that's where I'd rather go Brasilia crossed with Trenton
I wish that I could tell my story To all the people that listened to my story long ago I knew that this would happen sooner or later That I'd get disillusioned with it all Just throw my hands up to the sky and say Oh Lord, what happened, what happened To make things run this way
Imagine yourself in the middle of nowhere Your imagination runs away for a while You learn to play games about once every day or so I walked to Brasilia crossed with Trenton Brasilia crossed with Trenton
Found a book of interest the other day Compositions for the young and old to sing Poems written many years ago They told of family and hope and other things Put together in the old days When fifteen cents, it was a buck That's when five would get you ten Before it took you eight just to get you one Some people, they don't care when they're down on their luck Cheap thrills are awful hard to find these days No one is amused for free Someone's pulling on your mama's apron strings You'd better run and see who it is Playing cards with your neighbors on the back porch Singing with an old beat-up guitar Going to the local swimming hole Until they closed it down, now there's nowhere to go Things used to be so simple, long time ago Now everything is so expensive and complicated I hear you need a license for just about anything Used to be that a handshake was a man's word Now we settle arguments in court No one trusts anyone's intentions anymore Rummaging through the attic when I'm home It brings back those memories to me I'd amuse myself when I was small When I was younger, the simplest things would do Now I'm on everybody's mailing list For things I can't afford to buy I hear the weatherman He says ""It looks like rain for a while"" I guess I'll have to stay inside Make peanut butter sandwiches and cry
Well, the silence in this house It echoes in this house I pull myself together, say "Today I will get out" The world, it changed without me You should hear what I've been told The streets I see are blasphemy Lined with paper cups and gold
And in some dream, I think That every word I dare to speak Someone's always leaning over me Lean all over me
A giant vision in the distance Chase that rainbow down I hear a pound, pound, pounding in my chest I hear a knock, a knocking sound It's the slivers flowing through my veins It's a sign that I'm alive You're lucky, oh my friend, so lucky You're lucky just to be alive
As words go turning by I wish they'd all come clear In this room Another lonely afternoon
I can count the lonely days I get by, as they go by Standing in the stairway by this room By this room
(They've held me down for long enough; Like a flower, I need to grow)
The frail and tender heart Been shipwrecked with a fool Feeling so abused, well, sometimes Life can be so cruel And the ones who make decisions for you Well, they better understand But you don't know what made me think of that Lonely afternoon
Wire cage with rope and wooden framing doors behold Prancing for the camera in some monthly centerfold It's the loneliest I've been so far Someone left the golden door ajar
Innocent they stand and picking up across the ground Hope to clear a path in garden this whole year around When they all line up When they all line up Chicken surely knows that fox so well Chicken understands that fox so well
Over the fence and down the field Runs that fox so sly Stealing embryo Take those golden go
Dreaming, I am
Try to fly in desperation, wings come into view Nicotine is from my system, assistance Sleep, I have been sleeping for so long Run with safety underneath the feet they so adore Hen suspects the fox on guard beside the golden door Sweating from my system I'll make across the wall I'll tumble down the wall
