I'll spend more time with you honey
I'll climb a tree when I'm free
I will never lie again
I'll be more kind, I guess....when time isn't money
There will be no more war, I'm sure
There won't be so many damn stores
Maybe I'll beget another kid
Maybe I'd get around to reading The Aeneid...when time isn't money
chorus
Everything will be real nice
I wouldn't have to ask the price
I shall never be enticed
Guess we would have needed a Christ....if time wasn't money
I suppose you'd return my calls
I suppose we'd be close and all
I 'm not looking for a state of bliss
Just as long as it isn't like this....when time isn't money
We were mere specs of dust And the bombs were all kabooming, the bullets blazing wildly I love you darling dear, I love you darling mine
With microscopic skeletons and microscopic ears
And little dewdrop eyes to help us sense and understand
With our squishy floating brains what it is to be a human
Bodies were babooming, that's to say it mildly
Tossed in a sea of sorrow, twisted to and fro
Just what would happen next, well, it seemed we never knew
I'll love you through all the pains of passing time
And I hope we never fight, hope we just make these stupid faces
Because it is such a big distraction when you're surrounded by such dangers
heart attack Cadillac, don't light that cigarette in back
this car isn't worth two craps since they stole my spare and jack
window handles are the pliers, make sure you don't break those wires
got to go this slow, or i'll blow out the tires you know
chorus
might find the trip a bit sedating, that's because you're asphyxiating
no, this car isn't good for dating, or even casual relating
hold your dog when I go past, he's going to catch me if he's some kind of fast
I don't know how long it will last, that's why I only get three dollars of gas
chorus
here's the point I want to make, why don't you give me a fair shake
it's not about what you see, as much as what I want to be
a little here, a little there, sacrifice the new underwear
so please try not to stare, I think this car will get me there
come out my little boy
look up through the pines with me
tell me why Rimbaud did not believe this great father loves him
wake up my little boy
friend, come sit with me
in the place where all my friends used to be
come out my little boy
come and drink with me
a cloudful of distilled moonbeams left behind by someone with somewhere better to be
chorus
cocaine gone from my blood, healthy and sane, what more could I want?
music rolling through my soul, cutting through me like a ship hull
the sea is me, the ship is love, me below and it above
rage o sea, rant of fear, but i'm going to end up here
chorus
i'm where you want to be, doesn't matter if you believe me
I know where i've been, I know just what i've seen
seen guys like you crippled and killed by their wisdom and their will's
i've seen the angel of god appear, raise me up and carry me here
as the rumble of moonridden waves crash then coolly caress the pebbled bed
of escaped lovers like us that would rather be there instead
to find the breath of truth in the shimmering of their quickening notes
of their theatreless songs, and their fearless aloneness beyond the speakers of the trucks
snow and stars, don't see any sense in being something else
want to be a light and inspiration to others
when things are dark and cold i want to be a comforter of souls
want to fall on your face at night, when you're drunk and stumbling, and out of your mind
snow and stars, I was thinking I might be
as free to bless as thee, able to see humanity's needs
I was hoping I might be everything you've been to me
they think too much about my money
they look at my tired and empty hands
and somehow see the ruined plans
of a thieving and unworthy man
they think i'm on drugs
chorus
they look at my wrinkling face and graying hair
and think that there's no place for me here
they look at all my years of service and think it hasn't gotten them anywhere
they look at my tears and think that it's beer
they look at this man and they don't understand
i've always given all that I possibly can
before the eyes of god i've worked this hard
and never given a damn about what they saw or thought
they think i'm on drugs
TOPi'm a buffalo bogged down in the bronx
a legend where I don't belong
i'm the king of the prairie wrapped in barbed wire
reduced to simply being tired
there's a verdant field whose memory remains
within despite the squeezing constraints
I see the distant mountains in my mind's eye
when I listen to the highway tires
way down the road, I used to roam
I curse the day that I was born
i'm a cassette tape fluttering in the rush
hung up in the clutch of a dead thorn bush
alongside a ceaseless traffic tide
on an endless, shameless pike
there's a verdant field where these songs were wrote
i can feel the sun and hear the notes
if i could be released from these thorns
by the wind back there to be borne
I could be the thing that I desire
a buffalo free out in the wide
chorus
Tony's leaving friendly's for the valley of the sun
we wish you all the best, Tony, you're A#1
Tony's sights are set on something over there
it's a look we always took for a dark and empty stare
chorus
Tony's leaving friendly's with a pension and a planthere are times that i'm afraid of the course i've chose, and the plans i've laid
there are times, but not for me, the fear is for my family
I'd close my eyes and bow my head, wish instead that I was dead
to free them from such obsequience, and i'd be free to be ruined myself
chorus
Say goodbye to your stocks, say goodbye to your bonds
Jesus is coming in like gehngis kahn
Bar all the doors down on old wall street
Jesus is coming with some serious heat
Swooping and howling like a savage marauder
His sword all whet for the slaughter
All you robber, thou shalt be robbed
And throttled by the hand of god
we have to think it out, yes but before we walk out
because i'm not driving again to this here town
I got things to do and places to be
got to mow the grass by a quarter to three
and when I wake up I don't want to be thinking about
this and that and who and how
got to keep my mind clear so I can think about
the ruble plunge and the anthrax clouds
no, i'm not uptight, it's just everyone else
this whole stinking place is going to hell
i'd be just fine if all my time was mine
and the guys that own everything weren't such swine
It was a time to heal, it was a time to think
It was a time to reveal, it was a time to blink
When you look truth in the eyes as best as you can
And you let it inside past the tensioned defense
chorus
Your boy's running wild on his two year old legs
His temperament's mild, and he really likes birthday cake
Seems to me to not be doing too bad
But god only knows how he's missing his dad
Yes, god only knows, you don't have a clue
About the things in the heart of a child of two
Though you toss in turn in all your dreams of pain
When you wake you won't be the same
chorus
Joe, I've been thinking about those sweet teenaged years
When commraderie flowed like blackberry cheer
As warm as the hoods of our bourboned beached cars
As our cigarettes glowed amidst the silk summer stars
With our girls at our sides, holding a hand
Telling the world that you were her man
It was all that simple, it was all that clear
But how the hell did we all get so full of fear
chorus
Put this song in your commissary and take it out when
The doors slide locked and the lights are dimmed
When the creditors come dressed in anger and grief
You'll have something to pay with, because you'll know what to believe
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