| Lyrics | Song Title |
| And tonight you'll try just one more time To leave it all behind and to break on through Oh she can take you, but if she wants to break you She's gonna find out that ain't so easy | |
| Shell let you in her heart If you got a hammer and a vise | |
| Slow dancing in the dark on the beach at Stockton's Wing Where desperate lovers park we sat with the last of the Duke Street Kings | |
| Roy Orbison singing for the lonely Hey that's me and I want you only Don't turn me home again I just can't face myself alone again | |
| Goodnight, it's alright, Jane Now let them black boys in to light the soul flame We may find it out on the street tonight, baby Or we may walk until the daylight, maybe | |
| Now all them things that seemed so important Well mister they vanished right into the air | |
| She has fancy clothes and diamond rings She has men who'll give her anything she wants but they don't see That what she wants is me, oh and I want her so | |
| With the eyes of one who hates for just being born For all the shut-down strangers and hot rod angels Rumbling through this promised land | |
| They declared me unfit to live said into that great void my soul'd Be hurled | |
| Me and my partner Sonny built her straight out of scratch And he rides with me from town to town | |
| Some brimstone baritone anti-cyclone rolling stone preacher from the east He says: 'Dethrone the dictaphone, hit it in its funny bone, that's where they expect it least' | |
| And your cloud line urges me, and my electric surges free Crawl into my ambulance, your pulse is getting weak | |
| Now, baby, evrything dies, honey, that's a fact but baby everything that dies someday comes back | |
| Did you hear the cops finally busted Madame Marie for tellin' fortunes better than they do | |
| I had a jukebox graduate for first mate, she couldn't sail but she sure could sing | |
| And I said, 'Hey kid, you think that's oil? Man, that ain't oil, that's blood' | |
| What if what you do to survive Kills the things you love Fear's a powerful thing, baby It can turn your heart black you can trust | |
| And all we gotta do is hold up our end Here stuff this in your pocket It'll look like you're carrying a friend | |
| And my love just grows stronger And the fever gets so bad at night | |
| Jack the Rabbit and Weak Knees Willie you know they're gonna be there Ah Sloppy Sue and Big Bones Billy they'll be comin' up for air We're gonna play some pool skip some school act | |
| Broadway Mary, Joan Fontaine, advertiser on a downtown train Christmas crier bustin' cane, he's in love again. | |
| Through the mansions of fear, through the mansions of pain, I see my daddy walking through them factory gates in the rain | |
| for my nineteenth birthday I got a union card and a wedding coat | |
| Baby, tie your hair back in a long white bow Meet me in the fields behind the dynamo | |
| Heaven's waiting on down the tracks Oh-oh come take my hand We're riding out tonight to case the promised land | |