Ah, youth! This is from a song I wrote about 30 years ago, perhaps while under the influence of Dylan.
Man is born to tremble, I’ve seen it written in the book And a lover’s bound to sicken from a cold impassive look; How an empty glance can promise love between its cold blue lies, I was searching for a future in two dark and dangerous eyes.
With every journey started it seemed prospects were fair; Destination is damnation but you never think it’s there. A heart can spread its wings and drift into the blackest skies – I was flying into trouble for two dark and dangerous eyes.
God grant me your true wisdom, put my feet back on the ground, I cannot see the forest ’cause these trees are all around; Please don’t save me for the Kingdom, I cannot wait to die: Just give me one more chance to see those dark and dangerous eyes.
Could a man forget his passion, could a lover end his search For an angel in the tavern and a saint inside the church? Someday I’ll seek that Inner Peace, be pure and free and wise, But now I’m just a prisoner to her dark and dangerous eyes.
I know the ways of wicked men, I’ve watched them on TV; I’ve studied lust and hatred for my bachelor’s degree. A woman is a nightmare wearing fantasy’s disguise, And here I am still dreaming of her dark and dangerous eyes.