I feel it growin' back again.
It's seepin' through my skin.
I thought I cut the root,
but it's bloomin' from the shoot.

She's tryin' to make me feel a fool
right when I finally found my cool.
She won't pull me outta control,
'cause she don't own this soul.

If you've got somethin' to say,
don't bite your tongue and spit on me.
If you've got somethin' to say,
don't choke on what might not even be.

I'll climb to the top of a mountain,
stare into the valley below.
I said I'll climb to the top of a mountain,
'cause I can't see ya anymo'.

When you wake up woman,
don't be surprised with what ya see.
When you wake up woman,
I hope ya take it pleasantly.

I'll climb to the top of a mountain,
stare into the valley below.
I'll said I'll climb to the top of a mountain,
'cause I can't see ya anymo'.

Find your own forgiveness, babe.
Wash yourself beside the sea.
Find your own forgiveness, babe,
'cause ya won't get none from me.

I'll climb to the top of a mountain,
stare into the valley below.
I said I'll climb to the top of a mountain,
'cause I can't see ya anymo'.

If I stay the night
in a city by the shore,
I'll do my best to wait inside,
not search for something more.

If I meet another Rose,
I'll pluck out all her thorns,
and remember there's no love
in the brambles by the road.

But if I meet her in the night
and she's staying in my home,
I'll try not to hold on tight
and let her move on alone.

If I meet another Rose,
I'll pluck out all her thorns,
and remember there's no love
in the brambles by the road.

If I'm drinking wine
and she's fillin' me with laughter,
I'll lie and say I'm fine.
Then not pursue her, after.

If I meet another Rose,
I'll pluck out all her thorns,
and remember there's no love
in the brambles by the road.

How I wonder, woman:
do you regret the love you've scorned?
For all the ways you've been inhuman
do you howl and wail and mourn?

You left me singing empty songs
devoid of any soul, hollowed to core;
I wonder if you count your wrongs
and fear what waits in store.

But should he raise his voice at you,
stare him right into his eye.
Say: "Anger's not a virtue.
Don't sip on poison, hopin' that I die."

And should he raise his fist at you,
don't stay and hope he'll change.
Because men like that aren't all too few.
They're enamored with their rage.

Know that you deserve the best,
not an ounce of fear or discontent.
Believe that you are blessed,
if you would but give it your consent.

Show me a woman
who loves what she's got.
Who's not afraid to go further
but knows when to stop.

Won't you take my saddle off, and rest it on my grave?
Won't you take my saddle off, and rest it on my grave?
'Cause if you take my saddle off, and rest it on my grave,
we can walk down the street goin' our own way.

Don't you leave me lonesome 'round these parts no more.
Don't you leave me lonesome 'round these parts no more.
'Cause if you leave me lonesome 'round these parts once more
I'm lacing up my shoes and I'm runnin' out the door.

I love to see you laughin' in the morning light.
I love to see you laughin' in the morning light.
'Cause when I see you laughin' in the morning light,
I forget all my problems and I think feel alright.

Won't you stop playin' these games with my head.
Won't you stop playin' these games with my head.
'Cause if you stop playin' these games with my head,
I'll sweep you off your feet and I'll carry you to bed.

The real, unreal and surreal amalgamate as a tapestry
billowing in the winds of another half-desired destiny.

What was once an easy operation,
from here to somewhere unrelated but accessible,
becomes an altogether insurmountable obstacle
when faced with the torrents of Fate's indifferent condensation.

Are we not meant to know
the deepest undercurrent flow
of cosmic affairs, but rather stare
onward, unblinking until somewhere
a voice (or something similar) proclaims
revelation with enough conviction
to rouse our stagnant minds to contemplation?

Must now be that time of revelation?