LYRICS

Words & Music
by Titiksava Karunika Dasa

I sit here waiting for the sun to fall
Time moves slow then you’ve done it all
Was her before, now I’m back again
Once I thought that it would never end

Then the cycle of revolving time
Took away all that I thought was mine
Lost the millions that I never had
Never thought that times would look so bad

Claydee borrowed all the banks would loan
To build his buildings and his fine new home
Yes, you could say that doggie got his bone
But he can’t enjoy it on his own

The brownie baker known as Billie Fay
Owed a thousand, but she wouldn’t pay
Guess she thought that she could get away
Now she’s waiting for a better day

O.H. hangs his money on his walls
Won’t catch him sweatin’ while the market falls
But he’s still thinking ‘bout that debutante
They say the more you have the more you want

Steve Locke he studies in the A. & M. University
To get his Masters in Geology
To find that oil he’d tear the earth apart
But he don’t even see his own steal framed heart

Now Cecil Rhoads he lost his only son
A tragedy all for the sake of fun
I’ve heard it said only the good die young
Still that’s a useless consolation

There must be something going on here at the Desert Inn
People keep going in the bar but don’t come back out again
I think everybody here is afflicted with some kind of drinking disease
While Agnes just sits behind the counter counting keys

I doubt the County Sheriff will be elected again
A man who beats up his wife is a man without a friend
His family life was forcefully ended
And the cops on the street just want to see him suspended

Wild Willie Byer I guess he’ll never learn
He was caught for armed robbery
At a downtown investment brokerage firm
He took Glen Little’s money,
Then he kissed him on the forehead
Glen said he could’a shot him,
But he didn’t want to see the carpet red

Now all the roustabouts have all left town
And price per barrel is still going down
They say that soon it’s gonna taper off
Don’t matter anyway, I’ve had enough

Whether it’s good or bad or just by the way
Or only Fair To Midland some may say
It seems to me as though it’s all been planned
All I’ll think twice before I reprimand

Never put your faith in things of gold
You’ll sure regret it when you’re weak and old
Never trust a man whose got a gun
A woman or a politician

There is no disease as bad as lust
No fire burns as hot as anger does
There’s no enemy like ignorance
Think I’ll beat it while I’ve got the chance