One pill makes you larger And one pill makes you small And the ones that mother gives you Don't do anything at all Go ask Alice, when she's ten feet tall
Tuesday night feet on the floor Keys in hand, headed out that door I look to you but you don?t look back There?s a slow train coming and a clickety-clack
We got lost again Drove to the end of the road And a red-faced man Taught us to do what we're told And on the twenty-third night Things ain?t bad but
One pill makes you larger And one pill makes you small And ones that mother gives you, dona??t do anything at all Go ask Alice When shea??s ten feet tall
She's a girl with the best intentions He's a man of his own invention She looked out of the window He walked out the door But she followed him And he
I was on my way to the grocery store When I saw a man standing at my back door He was tall and dark, I?d never seen him before He was saying something
There was a time We had it all For worse or for better You would come when I called But I took you for granted You took me for a fool Through the heat
I?m having trouble with my baby Seems like he?s always out of town And the more I go looking for the man The less he comes around I don?t know why he
Here before the sunrise You came a-knocking at my door How long has it been now? You got the hint I wanted more You woke me up at 2 am With your stomping
Just another day, the sun dun slipped away Between the crack in the horizon and the sky Just a drop of red for from my warm bed And with the flick of
I?ve been in bed, I?ve been away I?ve been the blamer and I?ve been blamed I can?t read the answers if I can?t see the page I?m driving blind, the landscape
I drove a long, long way without drinking I listened to the Baptist Radio There was a blue-gray sky as I passed the ghost town by And headed down to where
I?ve been reading up on magazines Lately, I?ve been trying not to lie Now I know the difference Between life and a movie screen But that should come as
Take me south of Buffalo My feet are freezing cold Take me south of Buffalo My feet are freezing cold New Orleans is calling me Calling to my very soul
You?re making a scene You?re out of line You?re rocking the boat Stepping out of time They may think you?re crazy But I think you?re alright So let?s
Summer?s on the rise And I am flying The good days have Come around again I?m up on top of a big burnt rock With some people I call friends We?re half
I could have been an angel looking over y?all I could have been a high-wire dancer With no one to catch me if I fall I could have been a heavenly host