express over the past (she's bad)
A junky with a story is on a train to the future.
Says it’s all hunky-dory; what else would I be here for.
I’ve stolen away, on a ride for my life
Trying to catch into his future without being hooked into his night.
And Wagner and Beethoven blow sentimental in my core.
And Bach reaches deeper in a mathematical bore.
And I’m pushed out of whack looking for the holy chalice.
As Mozart tries to get me back with sounds that are perfectly balanced.
When brass winds blow, I have found the lee.
Everybody says she’s bad but she’s good for me.
It’s the bad things she does that make me really feel free.
I watch time roll by trying to figure out her curse.
If you know and don’t do or don’t know but should, well, which is worse.
Or if you come right out and say, “The sky is blue”
When, you know first hand that it’s really not true.
I watch a hawk cut through the truth that I breathe
As the train that I’m on cuts through the past that I leave.
And I stop pacing the freight car of my present time
Long enough to break the traces of the freight car of my mind.
Enfold your wings; take me to thee.
Everybody says she’s bad but she’s good for me.
It’s the bad things she does that make me really feel free.
The executioner’s face is never hidden.
I just look into my mirror and do his bidding.
I’ve got the arm of a junky and the soul of one too.
I’m riding into his future trying to get through.
I must be in a place warp; nothing seems like it’s here to stay.
This train must have skipped some miles while I looked the other way.
It’s not easy to get a free ride on someone else’s back.
There’s trains that will take you there but not one is on track.
The distance is one mile but the roundtrip is three.
Everybody says she’s bad but she’s good for me.
It’s the bad things she does that make me really feel free.
I wonder if she was born that way or if she learned it somehow
Or if everybody got it wrong when they took their sacred vow
About seeing the truth when it walks on by
But then forgetting its direction, they call it a lie.
I remember the time of day she first walked past me
It was just past midnight, exactly twelve o three.
I was eating my favorite candy bar, a Baby Ruth
When she said, “Hello, baby,” I knew I was looking at the truth.
She’s sitting in first class now and it’s her truth that I see.
Everybody says she’s bad but she’s good for me.
It’s the bad things she does that really make me feel free.