"a jester's promenade"

And maniacs don't blow holes in bandsmen by remote control

after all the jacks are in their boxes,
and the clowns have all gone to bed,
you can hear happiness,
staggering on down the street,
footprints dressed in red,
and the wind whispers, mary...

a broom is drearily sweeping,
up the broken pieces of yesterdays life,
somewhere a queen is weeping,
somewhere a king has no wife,
and the wind it cries, mary...

the traffic lights, they turn blue tomorrow,
and shine their emptiness, down on my bed,
the tiny island sails downstream,
cause the life that lived is dead,
and the wind screams, mary...

will the wind ever remember,
the names it has blown in the past,
and with this crutch,
its old age and its wisdom,
it whispers, no, this will be the last,
and the wind cries, mary...

i shot the sheriff,
but i did not shoot the deputy...

Don't ask us to attend 'cos we're not all there
Oh don't pretend 'cos I don't care
I don't believe illusions 'cos too much is real
So stop you're cheap comment 'cos we know what we feel

Said the straight man to the late man
Where have you been
I've been here and I've been there
And I've been in between.

I talk to the wind
My words are all carried away
I talk to the wind
The wind does not hear
The wind cannot hear.

I'm on the outside looking inside
What do I see
Much confusion, disillusion
All around me.

You don't possess me
Don't impress me
Just upset my mind
Can't instruct me or conduct me
Just use up my time

I talk to the wind
My words are all carried away
I talk to the wind
The wind does not hear
The wind cannot hear.

I can't get a girl
'Cause I ain't got a car
I can't get a car
'Cause I ain't got a job
I can't get a job
'Cause I ain't got a car
So I'm looking for a girl with a job and a car
Don't you know where you are

Lost in America

Song she sang to me
Song she brang to me
Words that rang in me
Rhyme that sprang from me
Warmed the night, and what was right
Became me
You are the sun, I am the moon
You are the words, I am the tune
Play me

The problem is all inside your head she said to me
The answer is easy if you take it logically
I'd like to help you in your struggle to be free
There must be fifty ways to leave your lover

She said it's really not my habit to intrude
Furthermore, I hope my meaning won't be lost or misconstrued
But I'll repeat myself at the risk of being crude
There must be fifty ways to leave your lover
Fifty ways to leave your lover

You just slip out the back, Jack
Make a new plan, Stan
You don't need to be coy, Roy
Just get yourself free
Hop on the bus, Gus
You don't need to discuss much
Just drop off the key, Lee
And get yourself free

She said it grieves me so to see you in such pain
I wish there was something I could do to make you smile again
I said I appreciate that and would you please explain
About the fifty ways

She said why don't we both just sleep on it tonight
And I believe in the morning you'll begin to see the light
And then she kissed me and I realized she probably was right
There must be fifty ways to leave your lover
Fifty ways to leave your lover

You just slip out the back, Jack
Make a new plan, Stan
You don't need to be coy, Roy
Just get yourself free
Hop on the bus, Gus
You don't need to discuss much
Just drop off the key, Lee
And get yourself free

Don't push too far
Your dreams are china in your hand
Don't wish too hard
Because they may come true
And you can't help them
You don't know what you might
Have set upon yourself
China in your hand

My love has got no money
He's got his strong beliefs
My love has got no power
He's got his strong beliefs

My love has got no fame
He's got his strong beliefs
My love has got no money
He's got his strong beliefs

Want more and more
People just want more and more
Freedom and love
What he's looking for

Freed from desire
Mind and senses purified
Freed from desire
Mind and senses purified

you'll never find your gold on a sandy beach
you'll never drill for oil on a city street
i know yer looking for a ruby
in a mountain of rocks
but there ain't no coupe deville hiding
at the bottom of a cracker jack box

Give me a second I,
I need to get my story straight
My friends are in the bathroom getting higher than the Empire State
My lover she’s waiting for me just across the bar
My seat’s been taken by some sunglasses asking 'bout a scar, and
I know I gave it to you months ago
I know you’re trying to forget
But between the drinks and subtle things
The holes in my apologies, you know
I’m trying hard to take it back
So if by the time the bar closes
And you feel like falling down
I’ll carry you home

i laid my head,
on the railroad track,
waitin for the double e...
the train don't run,
down here no more,
poor poor pitiful me...

i was so much older then,
i'm younger than that now...

i'd like to think myself average,
but, i am merely a knave...
like the village idiot, sitting on his wall,
i smile at passersby and wave...
if only i could be average,
instead of a rhyming fool...
i'd sit cross-legged before hundreds,
and proclaim the next golden rule...
unfortunately i am not average,
i'm just a tao-ridden cowboy...
watching the river, listening to wind,
content to be the universe's toy...