I hear some people
Been talkin' me down,
Bring up my name,
Pass it 'round.
They don't mention
Happy times
They do their thing,
I'll do mine.

Ooh baby,
That's hard to change
I can't tell them
How to feel.
Some get stoned,
Some get strange,
But sooner or later
It all gets real.

Walk on, walk on,
Walk on, walk on.

I remember
The good old days,
Stayed up all night
Gettin' crazed.
Then the money
Was not so good,
But we still did
The best we could.

Ooh baby,
That's hard to change
I can't tell them
How to feel.
Some get stoned,
Some get strange,
But sooner or later
It all gets real.

Walk on, walk on,
Walk on, walk on.

See the sky about to rain,
Broken clouds and rain.
Locomotive, pull the train,
Whistle blowing
Through my brain.
Signals curling on an open plain,
Rolling down the track again.
See the sky about to rain.

Some are bound for happiness,
Some are bound to glory
Some are bound to live with less,
Who can tell your story?

See the sky about to rain,
Broken clouds and rain.
Locomotive, pull the train,
Whistle blowin'
Through my brain.
Signals curlin' on an open plain,
Rollin' down the track again.
See the sky about to rain.

I was down in Dixie Land,
Played a silver fiddle
Played it loud and then the man
Broke it down the middle.
See the sky about to rain.

Well, we live in a trailer
At the edge of town
You never see us
'cause we don't come around.
We got twenty five rifles
Just to keep
The population down.
But we need you now,
And that's why
I'm hangin' 'round.
So you be good to me
And I'll be good to you,
And in this land of conditions
I'm not above suspicion
I won't attack you,
But I won't back you.

Well, it's so good to be here,
Asleep on your lawn.
Remember your guard dog?
Well, I'm afraid
That he's gone.
It was such a drag
To hear him
Whining all night long.
Yes, that was me with the doves,
Setting them free
Near the factory
Where you built your computer,
Love.
I hope you get the connection,
'cause I can't take
The rejection
I won't deceive you,
I just don't believe you.

Well, I'm a barrel of laughs,
With my carbine on
I keep 'em hoppin',
Till my ammunition's gone.
But I'm still not happy,
I feel like
There's something wrong.
I got the revolution blues,
I see bloody fountains,
And ten million dune buggies
Comin' down the mountains.
Well, I hear that Laurel Canyon
Is full of famous stars,
But I hate them worse than lepers
And I'll kill them
In their cars.

All the sailors
With their seasick mamas
Hear the sirens on the shore,
Singin' songs
For pimps with tailors
Who charge ten dollars
At the door.

You can really
Learn a lot that way
It will change you
In the middle of the day.
Though your confidence
May be shattered,
It doesn't matter.

All the great explorers
Are now in granite laid,
Under white sheets
For the great unveiling
At the big parade.

You can really
Learn a lot that way
It will change you
In the middle of the day.
Though your confidence
May be shattered,
It doesn't matter.

All the bushleague batters
Are left to die
On the diamond.
In the stands
The home crowd scatters
For the turnstiles,
For the turnstiles,
For the turnstiles.

I'm a vampire, babe,
Suckin' blood
From the earth
I'm a vampire, baby,
Suckin' blood
From the earth.
Well, I'm a vampire, babe,
Sell you
Twenty barrels worth.

I'm a black bat, babe,
Bangin' on
Your window pane
I'm a black bat, baby,
Bangin' on
Your window pane.
Well, I'm a black bat, babe,
I need my high octane.

Good times are comin',
I hear it everywhere I go
Good times are comin',
I hear it everywhere I go.
Good times are comin',
But they sure comin' slow.

I'm a vampire, babe,
Suckin' blood
From the earth
I'm a vampire, baby,
Suckin' blood
From the earth.
Well, I'm a vampire, babe,
Sell you
Twenty barrels worth.

Good times are comin'.

The world is turnin',
I hope it don't turn away,
The world is turnin',
I hope it don't turn away.
All my pictures are fallin'
From the wall where
I placed them yesterday.
The world is turnin',
I hope it don't turn away.

I need a crowd of people,
But I can't face them
Day to day,
I need a crowd of people,
But I can't face them
Day to day.
Though my problems
Are meaningless,
That don't make them
Go away.
I need a crowd of people,
But I can't face them
Day to day.

I went to the radio interview,
But I ended up alone
At the microphone,
I went to the radio interview,
But I ended up alone
At the microphone.
Now I'm livin'
Out here on the beach,
But those seagulls are
Still out of reach.
I went to the radio interview,
But I ended up alone
At the microphone.

Get out of town,
Think I'll get out of town,
Get out of town,
Think I'll get out of town.
I head for the sticks
With my bus and friends,
I follow the road,
Though I don't know
Where it ends.
Get out of town, get out of town,
Think I'll get out of town.

'Cause the world is turnin',
I don't want to
See it turn away.

Motion pictures
On my TV screen,
A home away from home,
Livin' in between
But I hear some people
Have got their dream.
I've got mine.

I hear the mountains
Are doin' fine,
Mornin' glory
Is on the vine,
And the dew is fallin',
The ducks are callin'.
Yes, I've got mine.

Well, all those people,
They think
They got it made
But I wouldn't buy,
Sell, borrow or trade
Anything I have
To be like one of them.
I'd rather
Start all over again.

Well, all those headlines,
They just bore me now
I'm deep inside myself,
But I'll get out somehow,
And I'll stand before you,
And I'll bring
A smile to your eyes.
Motion pictures,
Motion pictures.

Back in the old folky days
The air was magic when we played.
The riverboat was rockin'
In the rain
Midnight was the time
For the raid.

Oh, Isabela, proud Isabela,
They tore you down and
Plowed you under.
You're only real
With your make-up on
How could I see you
And stay too long?

All along the Navajo Trail,
Burn-outs stub their toes
On garbage pails.
Waitresses are cryin'
In the rain
Will their boyfriends
Pass this way again?

Oh, Mother Goose,
She's on the skids
Shoe ain't happy,
Neither are the kids.
She needs someone
That she can scream at
And I'm such a heel
For makin' her feel so bad.

I guess I'll call it
Sickness gone
It's hard to say
The meaning of this song.
An ambulance can only
Go so fast
It's easy to get buried
In the past
When you try to make
A good thing last.

I saw today
In the entertainment section
There's room at the top
For private detection.
To Mom and Dad
This just doesn't matter,
But it's either that
Or pay off the kidnapper.

So all you critics sit alone
You're no better than me
For what you've shown.
With your stomach pump and
Your hook and ladder dreams
We could get together
For some scenes.

I never knew a man
Could tell so many lies
He had a different story
For every set of eyes.
How can he remember
Who he's talkin' to?
'Cause I know it ain't me,
And I hope it isn't you.

Well, I'm up in T.O.
Keepin' jive alive,
And out on the corner
It's half past five.
But the subways are empty
And so are the cafes.

Except for the Farmer's Market
And I still can hear him say:
You're all just pissin'
In the wind
You don't know it but you are.

And there ain't nothin'
Like a friend
Who can tell you
You're just pissin'
In the wind.

I never knew a man
Could tell so many lies
He had a different story
For every set of eyes
How can he remember
Who he's talking to?
Cause I know it ain't me,
And hope it isn't you.