Unplugged in New York

Jesus, don't want me for a sunbeam

Sunbeams are never made like me



Don't expect me to cry, 

For all the reasons you had to die

Don't ever ask your love of me.



Don't expect me to cry

Don't expect me to lie      

Don't expect me to die for me.

We passed upon the stair, we spoke of was and when

Although I wasn't there, he said I was his friend

Which came as some surprise I spoke into his eyes

I thought you died alone, a long long time ago



Oh no, not me

I never lost control

You're face to face

With The Man Who Sold The World



I laughed and shook hishand, and made my way back home

I searched for form and land, for years and years I roamed

I gazed a gazley stare at all the millions here

We must have died along, a long long time ago



Who knows? not me

We never lost control

You're face to face

With the Man who Sold the World

Many a hand has scaled the grand old face of the plateau

Some belong to strangers and some to folks you know

Holy ghosts and talk show hosts are planted in the sand

To beautify the foothills and shake the many hands



The nothing on the top but a bucket and a mop

And an illustrated book about birds

You see a lot up there but don't be scared

Who needs action when you got words



When you've finished with the mop then you can stop

And look at what you've done

The plateau's clean, no dirt to be seen

And the work it took was fun



Well the many hands began to scan around for the next plateau

Some said it was in Greenland and some in Mexico

Some decided it was nowhere except for where they stood

But they were all just guesses, wouldn't help you if they could

If I had to lose a mile

If I had to touch feelings

I would lose my soul

The way I do



I don't have to think

I only have to do it

The results are always perfect

And that's old news



Would you like to hear my voice

sprinkled with emotion

Invented at your birth?



I can't see the end of me

My whole expanse I cannot see

I formulate infinity

Stored deep inside me

Where do bad folks go when they die?

They don't go to heaven where the angels fly

They go down to the lake of fire and fry

Won't see them again till the fourth of July



I knew a lady who came from Duluth

She got bit by a dog with a rabid tooth

She went to her grave just a little too soon

And she flew away howling on the yellow moon



Now the people cry and the people moan

And they look for a dry place to call their home

And try to find some place to rest their bones

While the angels and the devils

Fight to claim them for their own

What else should I be

All apologies

What else should I say

Everyone is gay

What else could I write

I don't have the right

What else should I be

All apologies



In the sun

In the sun I feel as one

In the sun

In the sun

I'm married

buried



I wish I was like you

Easily amused

Find my nest of salt

Everything is my fault

I'll take all the blame

Aqua seafoam shame

Sunburn with freezeburn

Choking on the ashes of her enemy

All in all is all we are

 My girl, my girl, don't lie to me

Tell me where did you sleep last night



In the pines, in the pines

Where the sun don't ever shine

I would shiver the whole night through



My girl, my girl, where will you go

I'm going where the cold wind blows



Her husband, was a hard working man

Just about a mile from here

His head was found in a driving wheel

But his body never was found