Could God really be so To give us feelings that never be fulfilled. 'cause I ain't ever peace upon the breast of a girl I ain't ever found with the religion of the world I ain't ever found peace at the bottom of a sometimes it the more I ask for the less I receive In our lives we hunger for we cannot touch. All the thoughts unuttered & all the unexpressed Play upon our like the mist upon our breath. But, awoken by grief, our spirits "How could you that the life within the seed that grew arms that And a heart beat. And lips smiled And that cried. Could die?" How many whores have walked through door by my side & climbed in my mind & me down to where the heat blisters the upon my feet makes me reach out & for the days when I was pure of & slept in peace. Everybody knows what's going wrong the world But I even know what's going on in myself. I the pain upon the breath of the lost & lonely I hear the thoughts that in the hearts of all men. You're the strangest feeling I had. You make me cry when you into my eyes. And see me for who I am. I've got too much to switch off my mind, but not to get myself organized. Don't tell me what your name I your body, not your mind, I want a feeling, paying for before I say goodbye But as I was talking, I look her in the eyes, I kept wondering,-- How many men unleashed frustration between her thighs? I was trying so to please myself, I was turning into else. Well, whats a man got left to for when he's bought his by the of this human jungle It aint the poor who'll be bleeding! I was just western guy, --with that couldn't be satisfied The calendar, on your wall, is ticking the off. The calendar on your wall is the days off. You've reading some old letters -- You smile and think how much changed. All the money in the -- Couldn't bring back days. You could've done -- if you'd wanted -- And all your friends and think that you're lucky. But the of you they'll never see -- Is you're left alone with the memories -- That hold life together like -- - -