O Little Town of Bethlehem
I didn't know I drank such a lot
'Till I pissed a tequila-anaconda
The full length of the parking lot!
Oh, I talk too loose
Again I talk too open and free
I pay a high price for my open talking
Like you do for your silent mystery
Come and talk to me
Please talk to me
Talk to me, talk to me
Mr. Mystery
We could talk about Martha
We could talk about landscapes
I'm not above gossip
But I'll sit on a secret where honor is at stake!
Or we could talk about power
About Jesus and Hitler and Howard Hughes
O
Riverman
I see your eyes light up like fire
It's medicine to me
But as the hunted live their lives
You're keeping out of reach
So I keep running, falling
Till I reach the water
Run with me holyman
But when I reach out
I find I'm standing right beside her
Now we're living
Blessed with all the thunder in the world
Now, should you ask me to come home
To wake up from the sleep
Like a boat inside a storm
Is there no hope for me?
So I keep running, falling
Wade into the water
Run with me riverman
But when I reach out
I find I'm standing right beside her
Now we're living
Blessed with all the thunder in the world