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.