Black
Coat
Here comes another one into town. Riding
in on his black horse with a frown. The neighbors scream when he's
around. There's not a forgiving soul left in this town.
You've got a whole lot of love. Is it ever
enough? You've got to learn to forgive. It's incredible stuff.
You've got to learn not to fight. You've got to kiss and make up.
You've got a whole lot of love.
They drove the last one out, he wasn't the first.
Left with no backbone for his shirt. And in the basement of the church,
four hundred ninety marks left in the dirt.
They said "you're wrong", and so it goes.
I said "I'm right", but we don't need to fight.
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Concert Tower
The lights are down and the spotlights shine.
There's a sparkle in each eye. Like drops of rain in a desert sky. They
watch a man sing about his life. But not you, cause you're not everyone.
We tried before, such a long, long time ago.
We lost our heads, but we never had control. Fall down tower in my mind,
you're old.
Our eyes they shine, there's a purpose twice as bright.
For all I know, I think everyone is right. A picture each one's painted
starts out white
Brick by brick the building falls. Hand by
hand we join the world. Line by line the edges dull.
It only takes a moment. So rest your head for
a little while. We can be great and we know it, the greatest people
alive. Lay down your life.
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In Good Time
Hold on. Time gives way. Hold on.
Walk with grace.
Hold on. Your time will come. Walk with grace. For your
wave will rise someday.
"I'm no good." I heard you say. You've
got to put something in this empty space. When you walk by next, you're
gonna stumble less.
I waited, and my time came, like it should.
But the way back down hurt me good. Each time you fall short of good,
stand and admire those who could. Then, when you lose your feet, there's
more of you beneath. It makes it easier.
Sore losers never win, but a smile in failure is
the best man's friend.
Hold on, walk with grace.
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Blue-sky-chasers
There's something on the streetlight. I'm chasing
after blue skies. I never want to see a cloudy day. And so I move
each day I rise.
I've never seen a blind man run. I don't realize
what I'm running through or from. And every time a raindrop hits my
eyes. I think about the ground I'm on.
I'm blue sky chasing tonight. Take me by the
hand. I see my feet again. I'm walking by the streetlight.
I've wasted such a silent, holy night. I feel
the longing of my darkest days there every time I close my eyes.
I'm blue sky chasing tonight. Take me by the
hand. I see my feet again. I'm walking by the streetlight.
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A Good Thing
She's talking about all the ways that she sleeps.
With the light in the hall on and the socks on her feet. She's got things
on her walls that her friends never see. That's all right.