It’s not a place you can return to
That’s a fact you’ve got to face
You can’t in fact return to
What isn’t a place
Might be sitting on the nightstand
But it seems so out of reach
Might be a footprint in the sand
Down on Zuma Beach
& I know that I’ve been here before
& I’ve been here with you
& I don’t care if it’s a dream
As long as it holds true
It’s like walking down the sidewalk
In someone else’s socks & shoes
Remembering the smell of the garbage can
& every little crack in the pavement too
I’ve seen those ghostly lights before
When the morning turns to blue
I’ve seen the ashes & the dust
I’ve seen the morning dew
On the fallen leaves
On Franklin Avenue
She’s a scar
On your eyeball
She’ll itch & she’ll bleed
In the midnight hour
In the summer heat
She’ll hide in the blind spot
Of your memory
She’ll dance on the pages
Of the book you read
Tiger honey
Sweet & sour
Sour & sweet
She’s a beast in the bushes
You don’t want to feed
& when you go hungry
She’s all that you need
Devil don’t you know
You can’t just come
Like an old friend & say hello
Don’t you take my hand
I hope you understand
You got to let me go
Devil don’t you see
I really want what you got
But it’s got to be free
Go & complain
To the wind & the rain
They won’t tell on me
I can hear you whisper
When I listen to the wind blow
In the branches of the willow
Right outside my window
But you got to stay out,
Way out in the shadow
You can try & deny now,
Say it isn’t so
But I know that you know
Love’s the devil’s foe
Devil don’t you leave
We don’t mind you around
When we play Adam & Eve
Don’t want to offend you
But I know in the end
We’re gonna make you believe
I know you’re out there,
Out in the blue
I know you’re lonely & I feel for you
Things don’t work the way
They used to do
Things have changed for me & you
I can hear your bulldogs howling in the middle of the night
Sounds like they’re hungry—
Then again it sounds like a fight
Sounds like they hate one another
& they hate me & you
You can hear it in the wind;
You can hear it in the music too
Fingers snapping
& I see you sway on your dancer’s feet
Fingers snapping
& clapping hands to the Mersey beat
See you follow me
& I’ll follow you anywhere
From the killing floor
All the way to the county fair
You got blood-red shoes
I can hear your bulldogs howling everywhere I go
& I know they’re always around
But they never show
There’s a band on the bandstand
& ladies in line at the bar
I got nowhere to go
If I can’t be where you are
I got an old 4 runner
& a queen-size bed
See the big trucks rolling
When I raise my head
Sweet flower & gasoline smell
& the sound of a chapel bell
In the air tonight
At the Starlite Motel
3 shots in the dawn
They kill a man
Can’t tell by the moonlight
In the morning you can
Got to come up with a go-away spell
For the chalk lines
& the shotgun shells
In the parking lot
Of the Starlite Motel
There’s a freeway entrance
a few blocks down the street
I got no one to wait for
I got no one to meet
Throw my gun in the dumpster
& get out of here
I’m going to slip away
I’m going to disappear
All the way north to Ventura
All the way to downtown L.A.
I know the 101 freeway
Is going to take me away
The guy’s name was John Alvarado
The street goes by the same name too
Strange how things coincide
Strange that nobody knew
Got to come up with a go-away spell
For the sound of that chapel bell
& the flashing lights —   
At the Starlite Motel
When our shadows dance on the bedroom wall
In the flickering light
Kill the candle, make them fall
Into the night
Skin to skin & bone to bone
Thigh to thigh
So entwined & so alone
Sweet ally
Wherever you may be
On dry land or with the sirens of the sea
In my band or with the enemy
None of us are free
I’m not without you
& you’re not without me
None of us are free
That’s what love must be
When our shadows dance in the midday sun
Time is flying
The end of day has just begun
Close your eyes
Let your dreams replay the past
You & I
We can try & make it last
Listen now darling
Listen, it’ll soon be gone
That sweet melody
Out there in the early dawn
It’s way too delicate
For the light of day
When you open your eyes
It fades in the morning gray
You might say I’m a coward
But I think of myself as a clown
If I make people smile
Maybe they won’t let me down
If I make people dance
They’ll come to see me again
If I make them cry
They’ll stand by me in the rain
It’s a beautiful lie & a need
That you can’t quite seem to satisfy
A beautiful lie & you bleed
& you can’t quite seem to figure why
But you try & you get by
On Copper Hill
Fill in the blanks in the sky
On Copper Hill
You can see the top of the hill
From down in the hole
There’s something about the soul of a song
That you can’t control
It might want to kill you tonight
It might be your friend
& if it’s a dream
It might come true in the end
Summer’s gone without a reason
Or maybe not, I just don’t know
& maybe fall is just a season
& not some strange kind of letting go
To me the hours are just numbers
I see the minutes tick away
& the alarm is set to “slumber”
Oh but the sky is slowly turning gray
All the dead I’ve ever known
Have come & gone
By the time I see the dawn
I’ll see the sun rise
I’ll see it coming down
And I’ve only just begun
To carry on
I feel like a boat out on that river
I feel the current pull both ways
It’s cold enough to make me shiver
Here comes another brand-new day
There’s a demonstration on the TV
Riots somewhere down in Italy
Maybe Rome, maybe some other ancient city
Seems like people really have a cause to me
I can almost smell the pine trees & the diesel
See black helmets in the summer heat
Ambulance screaming down the boulevard
Fists up in the air & marching feet
The remote is out of reach,
I’m getting weary
My eyes drifting away from the screen
But then I see a pretty face in the commotion
Seems like every riot needs a queen
Sweet Angela
Think I saw you on the news today
Like an actress in some strange kind of cabaret
Waving a banner like a headline for your
I just assume you never liked your name Angela
‘cause that bitch in Berlin’s got the same,  Angela
Sweet Angela
I see the coliseum in the distance
As you disappear into the crowd
& the man with the necktie & the microphone
Tells me what the fuss is all about
Forgive me if your name’s not really Angela
It just came to me out of the blue
Maybe I just needed something to hold on to
& a title for a song to you
Sweet Angela
Here’s a song for Surfer Joe
He’s got no secrets but his palms won’t show
Only thing you really know
He’ll disappear before it snows
Give it up for Surfer Joe
You don’t ever see him come & go
He keeps you high—he can keep you low
Give it up for Surfer Joe
Honest face like a tired horse
No regrets & no remorse
You ask for credit & he’ll say of course
He’s got a sense who to endorse
Some people are not made for reincarnation
So they’re bound to slip into somebody else’s skin
Somebody else’s blood for a new sensation
He’s the man—you got to let him in