Moments can be monuments to you If your life is interesting and true It's just the same for a man or a girl The meaning of the world lies outside the world

No, I didn't really want to die I only want to die in your eyes Grant me one last wish Life should mean a lot less than this Grant me one last wish Life should mean a lot less than this

I can't stand to see you When you're crying at home

And why am I drawn to you tonight?

Room games and diamond rain It's a fox hunt It's an F-stop It's a ten acre wood Outbound on a western train It costs a quarter, man Out on the border land I can dance real good Real good

So you wanna build an altar on a summer night

Chalk lines around my body Like the shoreline of a lake Your laughter made me nervous It made your body shake too hard

Do you believe in MGM endings? Everybody's coming back to Christmas for Texas Folks who've watched their mother kill an animal know that their home is surrounded by places to go And the west has made a deal with the sun

all water is classic water

Guinnevere orders one more beer In the smokey pick-up bar A burnt out tramp by the exit ramp Waits for one more car, one more car

I know a puppy who walked from Kentucky Made it to East Virginia by dawn He had seventeen ideas in his head Windex tears flow down the robot's face He'd never felt a mother's embrace My momma named me after a king I'm gonna bury my name in you

Jesus in a runaway shelter Said, "The deaf have pictures of you"

Animal shapes, animal shapes Nothing better get in the way of whatever it takes

My ski vest has buttons like convenience store mirrors And they help me see That everything in this room right now is a part of me

I met failure in Australia

Boy says, "Hey, Dad, Jesus had long hair" And Dad says, "That's right, son, Jesus walked everywhere"

Hey man would you mind if I ruined your life tonight Would you mind if I ruined your life tonight I know you're not supposed to say bad things about the mother of your children But that bitch, that hag makes me feel like killing

We could be looking for the same thing If you're looking for someone

There is a house in New Orleans Not the one you've heard about, I'm talking about another house They spoke of gold in the cellar that a Spanish gentleman had left I broke in one hundred years ago with a dagger tucked in my vest

I'll put my dreams high on a shelf I'll have to learn to like myself

I saw the river playing in the valley Rushing 'round a bend and skipping stones I saw the meadow wobble in the moonlight I've come to get my girl and take her home

You got storyline fever, storyline flu You're filtering how everything looks to you Don’t you reckon it’s affecting your attitude? Storyline fever got its hooks in you Storyline fever got its hooks in you

Bended knee, honeymoon Nursery, another soon

A fifth on decoration day for the doctor that fixed my arm The federales back from Tuscon, each one got an arm gone Limehouse Pratt got dim inside Can't see the painted ladies runaround at night A wood-paneled room My cigarette fumes waltz and dissolve just for you

And as the pace of life keeps quickening Beneath the bitching and the bickering When I try to drown my thoughts in gin I find my worst ideas know how to swim

Pain works on a sliding scale So does pleasure in a candy jail True love doesn't come around anymore than fate allows On a Monday in Fort Lauderdale

First life takes time, then time takes life

Why can't monsters get along with other monsters? Soi disantra

Each page was a new chance to understand the last. And somehow the sea was always there to make you feel stupid.

Poor as a mouse every morning Rich as a cat every night

We’re within inches of the perfect distance from the sun.

My life at home every day Drinking coke in a kitchen with a dog who doesn't know his name Oh, right, it could have been anyone Grass rabbits, grass rabbits, grass rabbits, grass rabbits, grass

Won't soul music change now that our souls have turned strange? Once a day, twice a day When on and off collide We'll set our souls aside and walk away

Songs build little rooms in time And housed within the song's design Is the ghost the host has left behind To greet and sweep the guest inside Stoke the fire and sing his lines

Well, I know you got a lot of hope for the new men

Way deep down at some substratum Feels like something really wrong has happened And I confess I'm barely hanging on

Scenic this, scenic that, don't fall for the traps Of a man who was never born

Every single game was a blowout And the NASCAR blurred into porn

Andre was a young black Santa Claus He didn't want to be like his daddy was Better take the gun with you when you go He'd rather be dead than anything he knows Girl in the special economic zone

Sin and gravity Drag me down to sleep To dream of trains across the sea

My father came in from wherever he'd been And kicked my shit all over the room

I'm gonna shine out in the wild silence

You see, the life I live is sickening I spent a decade playing chicken with oblivion Day to day, I'm neck and neck with giving in I’m the same old wreck I've always been

I passed out on the fourteenth floor The CPR was so erotic A blizzard blew in through the door And little glowing cum buckets in her ankles

I had this friend his name was Marc with a "c" His sister was like the heat coming off the back of an old TV

How long can a world go on with no new word from God?

It's a dark and snowy secret And it has to do with heaven

I'm a loser, she's a gainer

I got a plan to get me out of debt I'm gonna play this superfecta bet I'm gonna change the pattern of the stars I'd like to horse-whip all these VCR's Screw the soft rock and the salad bars

Songs build little rooms in time And housed within the song's design Is the ghost the host has left behind To greet and sweep the guest inside Stoke the fire and sing his lines