Could I

could I know and not show
could I
could I
could I
ninety-five ways of [not] gettin by
stayin away kinda high
oh my
oh my
oh my
what the proud man never got quite right
but I
but I
but I
can leave and arrive
can drive on by
shake my fist up high
at the moon tonight
from two miles I see
the tear[s] in your eyes
two waterfalls of [not] gettin by
stretchin [to] you
baby make it thru another fortnight
how do the good guys know
who to leave alive
says I
says I
says I
and then the harmonies come
when my trigger point
meets yer nerves of steel
talkin down the street
brick bars that once housed cars
but been a bit since then
well sure ya can
and why not kid
by the silent see
yer majesty I’m on my knees
wantin to know
but afraid of what’s out there
when all I know is [up] in here
but I believe in
pharaohs and preachers
and princes and kings
it’s in the wettest part of the wild
that she taught me to sing
well don’t dud again
bang the bomb with a big iron mallet
and it’s all just a matter of time
say it’s all just a matter of time
monday nights won’t last forever...