: We used to get high together, instead of getting high alone. I can't remember the last time I saw you. I can't remember the last time we talked. You
: I was a teenage anarchist, looking for a revolution. I had the style, I had the ambition. I read all the authors, I knew the right slogans. There was
: This is the only voice I know. These are the only words I have. This is the only way I know how to say, we're not in love anymore. It's the same way
: I've walked down high streets looking through windows. I've been lost in crowds of strangers. Searched record shops and cosmetic aisles, phone books
: I wake up in the morning and I drink from the fountain. I wake up in the morning with the same unanswered questions. I don't know what's going to cure
: There was a high pressure low developing off the coast of Africa, uplift in the atmosphere pushed waves across the ocean towards Antilles and Bon Air
: I feel the ground moving under my feet, all I know is where I don?t belong. I?m not interested in sticking around just for the sake of a good time
: How much is too much? I'm tired of predicting to lose. But before you point your finger, before you cast your stones, take a look at yourself. How
: I dream Bob Dylan was a friend of mine [x2] He was the owner of the house in which together we all lived He slept between me and my wife in bed Oh
: Transcendent fear in the 21st century. Lost in psychic dire straights. With our enemies decided and our battlefields celebrated, "we walk with faith
: Don't let them break you. Don't let them tell you who you are. Doesn't matter where you come from, you'll always have a floor to sleep on. And you
: Whoa-oh-oh-oh Vacant lots and boarded up windows Garbage piled up at the curb There's a bank foreclosure notice taped to your front door Who else
: We were young heartbreakers estranged from our wealthy parents, doing key bumps in a handicap bathroom. Stoned complacent, ambivalent, mass communicating
: You just need to find some place to get away. You can forget your name. And there's no need to apologize. It could be a good life. It could be such
: [Thurston] Burning inside i cross myself it doesn't help me cause i'm not smart enough i'm digging into hot white learning not to lie we cross
Well I packed all of my things into this blanket To call this year to earn coyotes fill Kiss my wife and kids goodbye choke back the quiver in my breath
I've walked down high streets looking through windows. I've been lost in crowds of strangers. Searched record shops and cosmetic aisles, phone books,
We used to get high together, instead of getting high alone. I can't remember the last time I saw you. I can't remember the last time we talked. You