the sky A voice like running waters, shouts the king am I Chorus: He's the scorcher in the sky Pain

Well, I love the women And I love them all the same I love the women And I love them all the same I love the women But not enough to give them my

Well I've no excuse What can I say I just stumble When you walk my way I can't help myself I can't help myself I can't help myself When I help

You've seen enough of what the world can do I've seen too much of it without you So tell me now as far as we're concerned What would it take to make

I have found my freedom You will find me flyin' down a highway of gold My shirt sleeves are rolled Laying waste for a pot of gold I go fast 'till

WHITE LIES Every evening when I walk through the door I hear the same old lies that I've heard before: you're going out for the evening, going out

LAST TIME AROUND Well, a vial of love you used to save but even that's distilled away locked inside a closet made of sand. Well, the silver

Every time I look up at these pictures on the wall I think I hear you callin' but there's no one there at all All the rooms are empty, dusty echoes

I went south I went west Trying to find the girl that I love best Up north and back east Trying to find a place to lay my feast I searched the

As I went out to meet my maker As I went down that narrow road The daughter of the local shaker Walked ahead of me whispering in my ear And singing