Shy of the Moon
                     
                    Pretty little girl on the side of the road
                    Yellow hair in a yellow bow
                    Little thumb sticking in the exit lane
                    Two packs of smokes and a candy cane
                    With women hips and baby lips
                    A Hallelujah book in the back of a pillow-slip
                    If she gets out of here too soon
                    She'll run fast by the shy of the moon

                    If she's been havin' the same old dreams
                    Of lullabies and pale blue skies
                    Fallen asleep beneath the stars
                    Orion aims and shoots his arrows oh so far
                    Aims 'em hard
                    He shoots the moon and takes her as his own reward
                    If she's gonna see those stars too soon
                    She'll run fast by the shy of the moon

                    If she found out so long ago 
                    That she wants more than all she knows
                    The river ends right as she goes
                    Water breaks and she's gone down in the undertow
                    She's below, but I'll stand tall and hold up high my mistletoe
                    She's gonna shine just like brand new
                    She'll take my hand and we'll run by the shy of the moon

                    Sugarfoot
                      
                    Sugarfoot's got two hands
                    Just as long as he can see
                    One hand in the birdfeed
                    And a hand in the apple tree
                    He stands in line, just a little behind
                    A yellow moon that hangs
                    he's all tangled and he broke his sticks on the links
                    Of his own chain gang

                    You oughta see this home that he own
                    It's like a box of jewelry
                    He's got his own church bell
                    And his bed it lays in a gallery
                    And all the colors they shine like flames
                    Coming in through the window pane
                    They end up getting checked over twice
                    For the reds of someone's veins

                    It's so cold and blown all apart
                    It's so cold and needing of a heart

                    He stands alone on the top of his home
                    Where all the blue birds flown
                    Sucks in on his cheeks and he cries
                    As he moans through a saxophone
                    He reaches high with his hands in the sky
                    And puts his fingers right into the storm
                    Always one to stand under the moon
                    And blow on his own horn
                    And anyone with anything has already begun to think
                    That somebody down there knows
                    Just how he sat down on his knees in the dirt
                    And buried someone's rainbow

                    It's so cold and blown all apart
                    It's so cold and needing of a heart

                    It's so cold and blown all apart
                    It's so cold and needing of a heart

                    Well, I know you ain't my enemy
                    The only one's inside of me
                    He's killing me getting free
                    I hear he wants my head with an old ice pick
                    And fix me up on a stick
                    And all I've ever got to be
                    Is everything I wanna be
                    And Sugarfoot disagrees

                    He still stands tall underneath that apple tree
                    Man, he's still watching me
                    His chain gang is tryin' to pull me down
                    Like the birds and the fireflies
                    They shoot arrows up into the skies
                    And they burn all the feathers dry
                    Well, he only wants to fill his belly up
                    With rocks till it hurts, then he stops
                    Well, he don't know what to do with love
                    If it don't fill his belly to the top

                    It's so cold and blown all apart
                    It's so cold and needing of a heart

                    It's so cold and blown all apart
                    It's so cold and needing of a heart

                    Sidewalk Annie
                      
                    She told you about it through a broken bleeding windpipe
                    It shook your bones and made your life feel skintight

                    Well, Sidewalk Annie
                    Now your coattails have come undone
                    Your whisper's a scream now
                    Since you don't speak to anyone

                    The howlin' winds could never care what she liked
                    Rhythm and Blues or A Stranger In The Night
                    It tore up the trailer with the sounds of a howlin' wolf
                    The cellar was stone, even the garden was bulletproof

                    Well, Sidewalk Annie
                    Now your coattails have come undone
                    Your whisper's a scream now
                    Since you don't speak to anyone

                    Little girl in your white ice skates
                    We've seen your face walkin' around the old school gates
                    With a hand on your hip and the other one on your head
                    You realized it wasn't gone, but lost instead

                    Sidewalk Annie
                    Now your coattails have come undone
                    Your whisper's a scream now
                    Since you don't speak to anyone
                    Invested a nickel into the banks of a wishing well
                    And blew out the candles and hoped for somethin' that she
                    could, she could sell

                    Sidewalk Annie
                    Now your coattails have come undone
                    Your whisper's a scream now
                    Since you don't speak to anyone

                    Hollywood
                      
                    You talk so loud, you talk so much and you talk so funny
                    But honey, what are you talkin' about
                    Something 'bout being, being reimbursed
                    For every unregistered virus

                    Drainpipes are filled up with dirty rain
                    And the leisure train is speeding in the diamond lane
                    With electricity shut off again
                    Leaving the night-life only for the madmen

                    Oh my God
                    They've sold Hollywood
                    Burned down my neighborhood
                    Even shot Robin Hood

                    And oh my God
                    I guess it was never understood
                    To understand brotherhood
                    Right from wrong
                    And the bad from the good

                    Well, everybody's got their own smoke-screens
                    With personal armies for everyone in between
                    With plastic rifles given to every team
                    What a beautiful dream, even bullets have guarantees

                    And oh my God
                    They've sold Hollywood
                    Burned down my neighborhood
                    Even shot Robin Hood

                    And oh my God
                    I guess it was never understood
                    To understand brotherhood
                    Right from wrong
                    And the bad from the good

                    There's the sweetest evil image detector
                    As sweet as nectar, an overrated candy dispenser
                    She don't give food to eat or anybody, anyplace to sleep
                    But she can tell you, what you can and what you can't create

                    And oh my God
                    They've sold Hollywood
                    Burned down my neighborhood
                    Even shot Robin Hood

                    Oh my God
                    I guess it was never understood
                    To understand brotherhood
                    Right from wrong
                    And the bad from the good

                    And oh my God
                    They've sold Hollywood
                    Burned down my neighborhood
                    Even shot Robin Hood

                    And oh my God
                    Guess it was never understood
                    To understand brotherhood
                    Right from wrong
                    And the bad from the good
                    
                    Be Your Own Girl
                      
                    I know you're tired of waking up on the floor
                    Pushed to the edge with nothing heavy to hold
                    Using your clothes as a blanket and a bed
                    Holding your hands just to lay your head

                    I know you don't remember ever falling down
                    Who picked you up, who gathered around
                    But you don't have to be his girl
                    And you don't have to be my girl
                    You can always be your own girl

                    With the sound of your feet you follow yourself to sleep
                    Restless and ageless and looking for somethin' to keep
                    When you finally fall asleep you're awake in dreams
                    Hanging by the ankles in a skeleton ravine

                    I know you've kicked the lights, fell on your shoes
                    Punched out the colors, leaving you the blues
                    But you don't have to be his girl
                    And you don't have to be my girl
                    You can always be your own girl

                    There's a soft melody that's ringing in my ears
                    Simple and slow and it always brings you here
                    With broken crayons you've scribbled on the wall
                    Shapes of nothing and shadow box them all

                    Your fingertips are broke and your knees don't bend
                    Your imagination took the worst hit and cut it's skin
                    But you don't have to be his girl
                    You don't have to be my girl
                    You can always be your own girl

                    There's a soft melody that's ringing in my ears
                    And it's the same one you could never avoid in yours
                    And if you lay down you can hear from tongue to tails
                    About a tattooed rhythm and drumming by color wheel

                    Your rung is broken on the bottom of the rope
                    And you can't tie another, another knot of hope
                    And you don't have to be his girl
                    And you don't have to be my girl
                    You can always be your own girl
                    
                    Another One In The Dark
                      
                    We took 'em high, we took 'em straight up the hill
                    They wanted it all, we gave 'em such a fill
                    In their parades we stole every thrill
                    And in their games we made every kill

                    We took them hard, we took them up against the wall
                    In their loss we never let them fall
                    In their flames we sailed up to the moon
                    In their rains we slayed dry like a fire would

                    So the bottom of my fears
                    Is that the girl might just disappear
                    But that'll be the death of me
                    The day she's just a memory

                    Well she turned out the lights
                    When she opened the whites of my eyes
                    Another one in the dark
                    Broken hearted mama
                    Just another one in the dark

                    When we rolled, rolled on like a big drum
                    We went to the top just above everyone
                    They wanted to win, tie us up with a string, and steal everything
                    We took 'em skin on skin, we laid 'em down in the ring

                    So I swear, we're a pair
                    Like loneliness and a prayer
                    And you know I may still believe
                    You may still need me

                    Well, she turned out the lights
                    When she opened the whites of my eyes
                    Another one in the dark
                    Broken from the start
                    Just another one in the dark

                    And in their nights we made out with a loud scream
                    And in their sleep we howled inside every dream
                    So if you're trying to break me
                    Come on why don't you shake me
                    Right out of my tree, the one that you made me, me

                    Well, she sang out of tune
                    When she shot down the moon
                    As I saw my all freeze
                    Down onto my knees
                    Where I was hit at the hip, between the cup and the lip
                    As I was struck down under, with lightning and thunder
                    As she cut all the strings, that I'd tied to her wings
                    Leaving me in the dark, we stood just feet apart
                    But she never seen me at all

                    Ashes To Ashes
                      
                    Well, you could walk like a stranger head back into here
                    Bringing gifts while you act so sincere
                    Bringing gifts for a boy who's five years
                    Looking for rocks and training wheels

                    I don't remember you from any of those books
                    Ashes to ashes and six feet under, face down in a box
                    Where did you ever learn to treat me like that 

                    You don't seem to have any of that family stuff
                    You know the hardwood floors and all that penniless rough
                    Your bad luck follows you like a heart attack
                    Twist your fingers, soon as break your back

                    I don't remember you from any of those books
                    Ashes to ashes and six feet under, face down in a box
                    Where did you ever learn to treat me like that that that 

                    It's coming from another with a mother who's just like yours
                    Givin' you headaches and all those mental scores
                    Give a little, have a little, take some for yourself
                    Like the needy and the greedy always seem by themselves
                    Well, you must be, have to be one of these

                    Hidin' in the shade under your family tree
                    Think I met you once in a liquor store
                    No think I saw you hanging by the stage door
                    Handing out programs to the family theater
                    Devised a role so you don't mistreat her

                    Take it wild, take it fast
                    You never gave yourself a chance
                    I don't remember you from any of those books
                    Ashes to ashes and six feet under, face down in a box
                    Where did you ever learn to treat me like that, that, that, that
                    
                    After The Blackbird Sings
                      
                    I'm finding it hard
                    Just to keep up with someone
                    Who's hangin' onto nothin'
                    Only to lose what's never mine

                    And I'm finding it hard
                    Just to keep up with something
                    That's hangin' on to nothin'
                    To keep all these chains tied up and in line, in line

                    Pretty Angel
                    She bites the hands of the lion
                    Ties it up with ribbon
                    Watches as hound dogs
                    Bang on her drums, drums

                    It's so, it's so easy for you to love nobody
                    It's so easy for you, 'cause you're not tryin' anymore

                    I seen this girl
                    She had her hands full of lightning
                    She rolled it down to me
                    A Lolita smile
                    With a thorn in her eyes

                    Now she, she spun the world
                    Up on the edge of a pearl
                    A carnivals girl
                    Up on a ferris wheel forever, forever

                    It's so easy for you to love nobody
                    It's so easy for you, 'cause you're not tryin' anymore
                    Just don't try anymore

                    Now she, she howled like an owl
                    Only to fall like a sparrow
                    And lay beside the scarecrow
                    But after the Blackbird sings
                    Is the song, the song

                    It's just so easy
                    It's just so easy for you to love nobody
                    It's just so easy for you, 'cause you're not tryin' anymore
                    
                    Somebody Else's Money
                      
                    We can buy that mansion on the hill
                    We'll fill it up until it's filled
                    We'll buy a big black Cadillac
                    And we'll keep an extra one in the back
                    We'll sit home just listening
                    To the sounds of the winds when they're breaking
                    And we can buy that diamond ring
                    And just about any other thing
                    With somebody else's money

                    We can buy you that flower garden
                    With every rose that's ever risen
                    With a blanket and a safety pin
                    We'll keep away all the boogie men
                    And we can buy you that swing
                    Swing through the skies openings
                    And we can buy that diamond ring
                    And just about any other thing
                    With somebody else's money

                    We can tattoo nickels on our skin
                    We'll drain our veins and put honey in
                    We'll buy new fingers two times ten
                    We'll even put pennies in our chins
                    We'll buy a silver set of wings
                    Lay 'em on our backs for the winds
                    And we can buy that diamond ring
                    And just about any other thing
                    With somebody else's money

                    We'll crash in on the neighbors wedding
                    We'll steal the cake and go running
                    You'll head straight for the jewelry
                    And I'll steal the money like a lottery
                    We'll buy a set of legs just for walking
                    And another set of tongues for when we're small talking
                    Another set of lips for being obscene
                    And another set of heads for Halloween

                    And we can buy you that swing
                    To swing through the skies openings
                    We can buy that diamond ring
                    Just about any other thing
                    With somebody else's money

                    We can buy babies for the babies
                    We'll give them both big red ponies
                    They'll live in that mansion on the hill
                    That we'll keep on fillin' until it's filled

                    We'll watch the neighbors fatten up with greed
                    Watching us buying everything we don't need
                    I know they're listening
                    Through a telescope from across the street
                    Watching us fillin' up the bathtubs with sweets
                    Money, money, money

                    Money on the floor put money in the beds
                    Put money in the drains
                    Money coming out of our heads
                    Money, money, money

                    We can kill many a dirty man
                    Work by the church when they bring us in
                    We can buy anything
                    Because there's always something
                    That's so funny about spending
                    Somebody else's money
                   
                     Asleep At The Wheel
                      
                    Do you ever stop to count all the invitations
                    At the end of the day when it comes down to one decision
                    Of dead beat girls and freaks at a peoples convention
                    All these sugars with no vitamin sensation

                    Do you ever stop to look over old relations
                    Or look to the belly of another one's emotions
                    Someone young in the winds of a revolution
                    Trying to save his face in the evolution

                    Asleep at the wheel
                    No windshield
                    But you know that the streets
                    Here don't change

                    He's kept alive in the chain of mental starvation
                    Bone rail skinny, only feeding off frustration
                    Unlike you who seem bred from corruption
                    Feeding off the plates of an ununited nation

                    Asleep at the wheel
                    No windshield
                    But you know that the streets
                    Here don't change

                    With a lover in the street whose waiting to make a connection
                    To be the mother to the soul of your next abortion
                    She'll steal your money with the eyes of a baby's complexion
                    Then she'll laugh at you and your sexual invention

                    Smelling like a rose, in the flowers of devotion
                    Devoted the heat of a spotlight in motion
                    With a face full of mud even though you were only joking
                    As if you really understood the value of isolation

                    Asleep at the wheel
                    No windshield
                    But you know that the streets
                    Here don't change

                    Your tongue so fast like a freight train coming on rollin'
                    Every smile you give's just to keep your mouth from clothin'
                    Every engine burns as a sign of the explosion
                    Locked in neutral your engines are broken

                    Like candle wax that sun melts into the ocean
                    Like the moon that lights the tracks of the old train station
                    You can color in the lines of mother earth's addictions
                    And not hold a gun in the face of the Earth's abduction

                    Asleep at the wheel
                    No windshield
                    But you know that the streets
                    Here don't change
                    
                    Honeybee
                      
                    Seen the shadow on my wall
                    Turn and fall
                    On broken hands and all
                    Turn and crawl
                    Seen that sun gone down
                    And the waterfall
                    She stood tall in the fallen rain
                    Right off an orphan train
                    She'll run to me again
                    I believed
                    See how wrong, how wrong you can be

                    I know who watches you
                    Who watches me 
                    I know who hears you
                    Who hears me
                    If my eyes blind
                    Who'll see
                    The best in me 

                    I hear all the lonely cries
                    Underneath all these lies
                    She can't get them by
                    Or through me
                    See how wrong, wrong you can be

                    My honey bee
                    Why are you flyin' so far from me

                    She keeps her hands so free
                    And walks through me
                    Straight on through the dead of night
                    Her face is painted white
                    By these street lights
                    They hold you down so tight
                    And like hounds they bite

                    She fell down in her diamond suit
                    On lonely avenue, her color's only blue
                    She won't take clues
                    See how wrong, how wrong you can be

                    My honey bee
                    What on earth are you trying to do 

                    And where that hero falls, I held on
                    I always thought I'd see the lights close on me
                    And the water freeze, surrounding me
                    Look how wrong you can be

                    My honey bee
                    Why are you flyin' so far from me 
                   
                     For The Life Of Me 
                      
                    Well, I know you find it hard to smile
                    To keep your happiness in style
                    You pass in silence in the mornin'
                    You know you shouldn't ever try to ignore me

                    And you look to be pretty nervous
                    Sweaty hands and blood shot eyes
                    So hard to identify you
                    Just a loser in a loser's disguise

                    She don't back down
                    And she won't come around here
                    Now there's all this talk about dying
                    Well I don't get it, for the life of me

                    With your fingernails painted red
                    And your eyes all ready to wed
                    Decorated from head to toe
                    Like a magician in a talent show

                    She don't back down
                    And she don't come around here
                    An' there's all this talk about dying
                    Well I don't get it, for the life of me

                    So you've smoked your last cigarette
                    Burned coldly on a train from Tibet
                    And broke your last bottle of wine
                    And unraveled your last ball of twine

                    Well, she don't back down
                    She don't come around here
                    Now there's all this talk about dying
                    Well I don't get it, for the life of me

                    She don't back down
                    She don't come around here
                    Now there's all this talk about dying
                    Well I don't get it, for the life of me

                    Well, I know you find it hard to smile
                    To keep your happiness in style
                    You pass in silence in the mornin'
                    You know you don't usually ignore me

                    Now there's all this talk about dying
                    Well, I don't get it, for the life of me