No one knows what it's like To be the bad man To be the sad man Behind blue eyes But my dreams They aren't as empty As my conscience seems to be I have hours, only lonely My love is vengeance

All praise their sacrificed sons Who would wish this On our people? And proclaim That His will be done Scriptures they heed have misled them Walls are closing Channel surfing

I'm gonna keep you in love with me But I'm gonna keep you in love with me for a while I'm gonna keep you in love with me for a while I have dreams of anonymous castrati Singing to us from the trees I have dreams of a first man and a first lady Singing to

She's going Hollywood She's going Hollywood tonight (West bound Greyhound) (To tinsel town) (Just to pursue her movie star dreams) It's true, that you, May never ever have that chance again That chance again babe Lipstick in hand

Love is the baddest blues This is love, what was I thinking? This is love, what the hell am I, am I gonna do? And that man, he got me sinking To the bottom of the blue My love has come along My dreams become air so My days have arrived, yea sunny Funny

Living on a paper sun Cause you're living on a paper sun Blind to all the damage done Waiting for the tide to turn All your dreams have come and gone There's not a reason why you've come undone There's nothing left to justify, this can't go on There's

Everything costs something bro When it's somewhere somewhere else you just lost something yo The cost of opportunities is always good to know But if you know that then you're good to go Yea, no dreams too big Chase anything you have the passion to do

Always a riddle in the world she says Always a riddle inside my head Oh in dreams I have watched it spin Seen a violent crack of atoms were all that comes in Always a thing to wonder the way we come to be Oh it's a big old place for me, yeah it's a big

I want Something To Live For Someone to make my life an adventurous dream Someone who'd take my life And make it seem gay as they say it ought to be. Why can't I have love like that brought to me? My eye is watching the noon crowds Searching the

Sadly, in search of, but one step in back of, Themselves and their slow-movin' dreams. My heroes have always been cowboys. And they still are, it seems. I grew up a-dreamin' of bein' a cowboy, And lovin' the cowboy ways. Pursuin' the life of my