I’ll be your candle on the water
This flame inside of me will grow
Keep holding on, you’ll make it
Here’s my hand, so take it
Look for me, reaching out to show
As sure as rivers flow
I’ll never let you go
You can be the captain
And I will draw the chart
Sailing into destiny
Closer to the heart
Closer to the heart
I’m in need of a captain
And I wish you were that for me today
I’m in need of a wax and feather set of wings
And then I’ll be okay
As long as I wake up
When the sun can’t burn away my dream
Don’t know when I’ll be back this way
Perhaps some day, don’t wait
Up he goes
Into the air
And I want to see
If he gets there
Before he falls
What ever else
He will fall
Depend on this
And it’s a long way down
Street and houses people toytown
And from here to as fro
As she can see there’s no one higher
Off we go into the wild blue yonder,
Climbing high into the sun;
Here they come zooming to meet our thunder,
At ‘em now, Give 'em the gun!
Down we dive, spouting our flame from under,
Off with one helluva roar!
We live in fame or go down in flame. Hey!
Nothing’ll stop the U.S. Air Force!
In the Navy they get steak, caviar and whipped cream cake
They have fancy cooks who know what cookin’ means
In the Army we get mess, and it really is a mess
Oh, the Navy gets the gravy, but the Army gets the beans
(Beans, beans, beans, beans, beans, beans, beans)
Well, we fired our guns and the British kept a-comin’
There wasn’t as many as there was a while ago
We fired once more and they began to runnin’
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
Yeah, they ran through the briers and they ran through the brambles
And they ran through the bushes where a rabbit couldn’t go
They ran so fast that the hounds couldn’t catch 'em
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
When the sun goes down, the tide goes out,
The people gather 'round and they all begin to shout,
“Hey! Hey! Uncle Dud,
It’s a treat to beat your feet on the Mississippi Mud.
It’s a treat to beat your feet on the Mississippi Mud”.
When the moon comes up the sun goes down
Rita starts to creep around
Gets a flame in her blood fire on her breath
Fourteen names notched on her chest
[got a better one]
I don’t care if it hurts
I want to have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice
When I’m not around
You’re so fucking special
I wish I was special
But I’m a creep
I’m a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don’t belong here
Subway’s no way for a good man to go down
Rich man can ride and the hobo he can drown
And I thank the Lord for the people I have found
I thank the Lord for the people I have found
While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters
Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers
Turn around and say good morning to the night
For unless they see the sky
But they can’t and that is why
They know not if it’s dark outside or light
Ahh you’ve gone to the finest schools, alright Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
Nobody’s ever taught you how to live out on the street
And now you’re gonna have to get used to it
You say you never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
He’s not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And say do you want to make a deal?
The stories are woven
And fortunes are told
The truth is measured by the weight of your gold
The magic lies scattered
On rugs on the ground
Faith is conjured in the night market’s sound
Would you like my mask?
Would you like my mirror?
Cries the man in the shadowy hood
It’s time that I realize
That there are some with no home
Not a nickel to loan
Could it be really me pretending that they’re not alone?
A willow deeply scarred
Somebody’s broken heart
And a washed out dream (washed out dream)
They follow the pattern of the wind, ya see
'Cause they got no place to be
That’s why I’m starting with me
I’m starting with the man in the mirror
I’m asking him to change his ways
And no message could’ve been any clearer
If you wanna make the world a better place
Take a look at yourself and then make a change
It’s just heartbreaking
I should have known that it would let me down
It’s just a mind aching
I used to dream about this town
It was a sight to see, the place to be
Where the living is easy
And the kicks can always be found
It’s such a shame about it
I used to think that it would feel so good
But who’s to blame about it
So many creeps in Hollywood
I’m in this dumb motel near the Taco Bell
Without a hope in hell
I can’t believe that I’m still around
“But senor, I only have ten dollars,
Can’t you give me a room for the night?”
We argue about currency and then
He says I can stay for the night
In this Panama City motel
I am out on the freeway again
A woman approaches in Barcelona
Walking down the Diagonalia
Spaghetti concrete overpasses
I keep grasping for something familiar
Strange spaghetti in this solemn city…
There’s a postcard we’re all seen before…
Past wild-haired teens in dark clothing
With hands-full of autographed napkins we
eat apples in vans with sandwiches … rush
Into the lobby life of hurry up and wait
Hurry up and wait for all the odd-shaped keys
Although your world wonders me
With your majestic and superior cackling hen
Your people, I do not understand
So to you, I shall put an end
And you’ll never hear surf music again
Yeah, they tore up our kisses and ran
On tomorrow’s pages
And the lions have eaten the lamb
On tomorrow’s pages
There’s a day of your life in your hands
Full of people you don’t understand
In my highwire days
I can see all the way
I see through the games you play
In my highwire days
Who wants yesterdays papers
Who wants yesterdays girl
Who wants yesterdays papers
Nobody in the world