Born to roam this wicked wild, 
You have so little time, 
So to and fro you wander, while 
A slave to heart and mind, 
Till Mother Earth and Father Time 
Both shrug you off like flies; 
To have a life 
You're gonna have to die

Though the stage may foster fame 
With every strut and leap, 
None but tongues shall bear thy name 
When cold begins to creep 
From the arrow in your ankle, 
Past the hollow of your thigh; 
To have a life
You're gonna have to die

You'll face spitfire and spouting rain 
That slowly drives you mad, 
As everything you gain
Becomes not but what you once had, 
You'll fall to earth down to your knees 
And curse a dumbstruck sky; 
To have a life
You're gonna have to die

Then you'll forgo your soul to go forth 
Gently down the stream, 
Awake asleep, asleep awake, 
Forsaking every dream,
With all that's false appearing true, 
And all that's true, a lie; 
To have a life
You're gonna have to die

And when your body, spirit, heart,
And mind are finally one, 
From lion back to mewling babe
You turn and all is done, 
For all must leave their burdens 
To pass thru the needle's eye; 
To have a life 
You're gonna have to die

If we were to conceive
What is as what's received
That is as is accept
What is as its effect
And if it be that love
Of all is far above,
Made so by just decree,
Then it must be:

To sail when tempests
Bite your bark at sea:
To love be true
And you true
Love will
Free

To rise from drinking
Life down to the lees:
To love be true
And you true
Love will
Free

To calm the stormy deep
And weary soul to sleep:
Part from what's past.
To make the darkness seem
A long departed dream:
Put first what lasts.

And to undo that debt
No soul can flee:
To love be true
And you true
Love will
Free

To love be true,
To love be true,
To love be true
And you true
Love will
Free

You and me, we should be.
Two is one. One is none.

Lose and get. Is this it?
Two is one. One is none.

All is blue without you.
Two is one. One is none.

Not until you learn
To be kind to fellow man,
Who, unlike the sun,
Still has much to find
In the shadows cast by good
Intentions of will,

Can you thrive and will
Everything you come to learn
Be fruitful and good.
For in every man
Is a universe to find
That outshines the sun.

For under the sun,
Where immense heat halts all will,
Nothing you will find,
Nothing you can learn,
Competes with the heart of man
When within is good.

Man is all that’s good.
By man alone is the sun
Understood, as man
Utilizes will
And has tamed the beast to learn
To name what he finds.

In nature, you’ll find
It knows no such thing as good,
And you will soon learn
The indifferent sun
Has no heart, no soul, no will,
Near the likes of man.

In the heart of man
Resides all courage to find,
For courage is will’s
Resolve to do good,
As unlike the deathless sun:
Only man can learn.

Man has all the good
You can find beneath the sun,
For, by will, they learn.

Though it seems I won't deny
All that live in love never die:
Love can't free a heart that sings
Unwillingly

Though it's true true love transforms
Each to its most perfect form:
Love can't free a heart that sings
Unwillingly

Love by time is made no fool —
Time in truth by love is ruled —
But what's true love can't conceal,
Thus in time does truth reveal:
Love can't free a heart that sings
Unwillingly

Though maybe love from the start
Put this song here in my heart:
Love can't free a heart that sings
Unwillingly

Angel at the helm,
Angel on the shore,
Angel in the sky,
Angel out the door.

When every last oil rig coughs up sand,
And the tarred and feathered dove strokes dry land:
Maybe, baby, the world will get small;
But until then,
Waddle down the hall.

When all the forbidden songs are sung by the mute,
And the regular armies are rationed their salutes:
Maybe, baby, the world will get small;
But until then,
Waddle down the hall

When them old gold miners hold their picks up with poise,
And them old blind wardens get acquainted with the noise:
Maybe, baby, the world will get small;
But until then,
Waddle down the hall.

And so, come morning time, be there a sky of blood,
I’ll ride every alley way, be them filled with mud;
And maybe, baby, the ball will fall;
But until then,
Waddle down the hall.

The high noon
Of his wound
Blinds my
Cry.

We once had flown
Two hearts as one,
But flew I fear
Too near the sun.
One stone thrown,
Two fallen doves:
Forever in want,
Never in love

By sling and bow
And whip with scorn,
We palm to palm
Apart were torn,
Left head in hand
And hand in glove:
Forever in want,
Never in love

Now present casts
A thousand shocks;
As past departs,
The future mocks
Our buried hearts
(And worms thereof):
Forever in want,
Never in love

I woke up this mornin’,
All wound-up, down in the deep,
Laid-back under the haystack half asleep,
When she pulled up
In her Cadillac, uh huh,
And pointed to the two pillows
In the back, uh huh.
But will she get to me?
We shall see.

Out behind the barn
We tore thru the broomcorn plots;
Then up in the loft,
She cut the tops of my bootstraps off;
But she fits the bill
All by herself, uh huh;
All nine-yards on
A five-foot shelf, uh huh.
But will she get to me?
We shall see.

When autumn has rolled
Past the summer’s fold,
If the line goes slack,
If the wheels won’t go,
‘Cause I’ve never cried,
Not when mother died,
Nor this mornin’
When you went away —— ——
Was it then?
Or was it yesterday?

I told her: “It’s not fair!
It despairs the spirit of man,
To give a slave to their fate
Just to pay them to slave on demand!”
Then she said to me
While she was fixin’ her hair, uh huh:
“Some loser’s always tryin’
To make the whole world fair,” uh huh.
But will she get to me?
We shall see.

When autumn has rolled
Past the summer’s fold,
If the line goes slack,
If the wheels won’t go,
‘Cause I’ve never cried,
Not when mother died,
Nor this mornin’
When you went away —— ——
Was it then?
Or was it yesterday?

When I met you, love,
On last April's fourteenth day,
While on that month long
Road trip, we got lost,
Found a bar, and went inside
With an empty hand.

I fulfilled my hand
That night, when I met you, love.
You snuck me inside
Your room night and day;
I must admit, I got lost.
But not for too long.

‘Cause the road is long
Ahead; and a bird in hand
Is worth two you’ve lost.
When I met you, love,
It was on the fourteenth day,
And you stayed inside.

And you stayed inside
For just way too ******* long.
Windows shut by day,
Lights at night in hand.
That night, when I met you, love,
Were you just as lost?

That night, we were lost;
At the bar we sat inside.
When I met you, love,
I still had a long
Way to go. But bird in hand
Was worth two that day

Till there comes the day
When I’ve found what isn’t lost,
That a bird in hand
Is worth two inside
The bush. It’s been so long since
When I met you, love,

That day spent inside.
I lost you; it took too long
For your hand in love.

Sunday's bell broke the recess
And three times as professed
The gavel rapped before the rooster's caw
The horn was blown the drum was beat
And in the top of every street
We swooned with the wounded at the wall
And we said nothing just our prayers
But if someone's heard something
Nobody cares

And now with the yellow moon
Fixed beyond the clouds that loom
It soon would be a day the devil owned.
High on horseback thru the mud
They came and bathed their hands in blood
From the thumb up to the funny-bone
And we said nothing just our prayers
But if someone's heard something
Nobody cares

And by and by
We will crawl
Before we fly
High above
The middle of
Utopia

Lightning made the thunder ring
Until the dawn when suddenly
Light divided darkness in the east
Thus once more the wheel has turned
And proved itself a viperous worm
That gnaws the bowels of the beast
And we said nothing just our prayers
But if someone's heard something
Nobody cares

And by and by
We will crawl
Before we fly
High above
The middle of
Utopia

Light divides no darkness,
Darkness draws no line:
Life ain't worth living
When love is left behind

Briars bear no flowers,
Flowers yield no wine:
Life ain't worth living
When love is left behind

Rhyme reveals no reason,
Reason saves no time:
Life ain't worth living
When love is left behind

In a drunken stupor the widow lies awake
As she waits quietly for dawn to swiftly break
As the trumpet hums its chords and loudly plays
I can't even look at
Where he lay

Kicked from the infantry and stripped of my gun
For knowing that a victory is never truly won
I scoff at the thankful and their euphoric praise
I can't even look at
Where he lay

One must submit to chaos to birth a dancing star
But to walk a narrow path's to swim a pool of tar
We are merely blunders made by our own mistakes
And you want me to look at
Where he lay?

Now I'm fully intact but I don't give a ****
Misfortune casts its shadow a deity so grand
I follow my moonlight's eternal haze
It won't let me look at
Where he lay

It won't let me look at
Where I lay

In the beginning 
There lies a dream,
To learn the unknown,
To see the unseen.
The oceans to cross,
The lands of the world,
The end of the trail
Where you win the girl.
Don't stop looking
For a song to sing;
Keep on yondering.

For your journey
You're set to embark,
Prepared to be fired
To light up the dark.
Despite people's words,
You know you won't fall.
On top of the world,
You'll look down on 'em all.
Don't stop looking 
For a song to sing;
Keep on yondering.

Romance is a myth
That finally bursts thru
Past the grips of the dreams
That cause you much rue.
You find your love
Creeps slyly in front 
Of your eyes and smiles,
She gently taunts.
Don't stop looking 
For a song to sing;
Keep on yondering.

Somewhere my love
Lies sleeping all alone,
In some dreary town
She thought I'd call home.
Behind those lights
That stand like guards,
I left not a thought,
Only my regards:
“Don’t stop looking
For a song to sing;
Keep on yondering.”

Come hear me tell my story,
I promise that I won’t detain you long.
The next to last of labors
On my list was stitch them into song.

All that’s left to do
Is a job for two.
One won’t do,
You come too.

Great lengths I’ve gone to get here,
The distance closed between beyond belief.
With equal joy and sorrow, the tears I’ve cried
Have filled the depths of grief.

All that’s left to do
Is a job for two.
One won’t do,
You come too.

I’ve climbed to the top of the mountain
From the depths of the valley below,
Walked from the river’s fountain
To the ocean’s flow.
And further down in dark descent
I searched until my light was spent,
In search of what, I never knew
Till it led me to you.

All that’s left to do
Is a job for two.
One won’t do,
You come too.