I dreamed I saw my name in lights And spoke Your word for all to hear I dreamed my name was recognized By people far and people near But I have come
It's a one-horse town One big desert Asphalt desert Asphalt jungle Beyond the threshold, beyond the threshold Change for the worse Change nonetheless
So you're born on the cusp Or it's a run of bad luck But it's bigger than us It's bigger than love And the time your head cleared You never feel it
I run my desperate trembling hands Along the floor where you once walked Fighting tears that come from loss I brave the rooms where we once talked You
I can barely bear to be with you tonight I can hardy stand to see you in this light How can I even try to deny it I can barely bear to be with you tonight
I'm knocking on death's door Will I take my rest among the blessed? Mother, are you waiting? Father, are you pacing? I'm coming home I'm knocking on
She placed her ring on the sill, dishes piled high She's on the front porch step and the air smells like snow She's thinking of the siege to come And
Atmosphere is cold Tension cuts like a knife Hazed are the eyes Reflecting shadows of the past Nothing moves - They all just stare. Inner peace is gone
I don't want to see, I don't want to hear I don't want to feel anything, can't you understand Everything I do doesn't stem from you It doesn't have a
Only Virginia so very kind All of her anyway that you desire Only Virginia so crucified And all of her dying keeps her alive And swell Made up for everyone
It's undeniably lazy What we do when you're not around Hospitalize the crazies Keep the maggots underground, ohh, ohh It was a hell of a time, it was
words and music by Arlo Guthrie VERSE: Standing at the threshold of a moment in my life Looking far into the ceaseless wonders of this day Calling from
Inside this life, Under it's spell, I close my eyes, And live to tell. The hands we're dealt, Will never disappear. Death she grows near. CHORUS People
Many shoes have taken steps across the treshold But no shoes were ever crowder than his On the day he carried me across the treshold And gave his brand
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There are clouds on the horizon Shifting colours, heavy rain High above the roaring thurder Shooting bullets through your brain There's something wicked