First Ten Years

We opened pandora's box just to see if she was
Home she had an apple pie a jaundiced eye and
A big red telephone she said "boy's i know why
You are here, you wanna take me for a ride
But before we go i think you ought to know
That i'm awful hard to hide i'm awful hard to
Hide so how will you do in this town boy's(sic)
How will you call him dead? will he die in his
Rack from a heart attack or from a bullet through his head?"
Then she whispered as we took her out "he need not be afraid 'cause deep inside
The system hide's the truth that you've betrayed the truth that you've betrayed."
No where for us to run thirty silver pieces got the job done got the job done poor
Pandora's life it was not as it had been portrayed a government, an accident and
Now the bed is made and we tried to put her back but we were defeated by our
Greed tried again while shadowmen did their dirty little deed their dirty little
Deed we opened pandora's box just to see what we could find and in there was a
Note pandora wrote just before she lost her mind it said "my passing will allow
A peak(sic) behind the veil of secrecy it's farther out than you can see just no telling
Where that trail will lead no telling where that trail will lead."

My time is your time after all that
You've been through can you hear me calling
You and this line that i'm walking time it's
Pointing write to you i'm living my life with
You so call on me i'll guard myself just wait
And see i'll start a brand new now this time
Is the last time for me my life is in your
Hands you can take me all the way this
Religion in war torn lands the world has seen
Its better days

Joshua was an old man
His beard like mountain snow
And when i was a boy we'd have jam sessions
I'd sneak off to old sharptop
With my guitar i would go
When i should have been at school
Learnin' my lesson
And i'd sip a little moonshine
And i'd smoke a corncob pipe
And we'd pick all day until our fingers bled
And right around supper time
I'd run home in the night
Just in time to get a whippin' from my dad
Oh way back when
He was 65 and i was 10
And i will never be as free again
Oh way back when
The summer flew by quickly
And josh and i spent out time
Writing words to songs from memories of his past
He'd tell me bout the way it was
And i'd find the perfect rhyme
And i couldn't believe how we wrote our songs so fast
I never knew an old man
Could be so full of life
The love we had was so hard to explain
And i remember how the tears fell when he spoke of his late wife
And i'd give him my 6-string to ease his pain
Oh way back when
He was 65 and i was 10
And i will never be as free again
Oh way back when
And then in late november
I knocked on his cabin dor
I knocked and knocked but joshua never came
And i still remember
How he layed there on the floor
And i went home cryin' in the rain
Oh way back when
He was 65 and i was 10
And i will never be as free again
Oh way back when
Oh way back when
Oh way back when

She slees with the windows open
Yet she's still locked safe inside
And to block out the sounds of the city's commotion
She turns her fan up on high
Yea she lives just far enough away from home
To see the whole scene
And down the street the kids throw sticks and stones
And end up on the the tv screen
Yea they throw their sticks and stones
And end up on the tv screen
And she used to walk on these gracefully
But now they crunch beneath her feet
I guess she must be changin'
There's just no way to keep it neat
And her father still barks like a soldier
Returning from victory
But now eh's much older
And that bark isn't as scary as it used to be
Yea she watches his self torture
No one left to abuse but himself
But still her memory scorches her
And she struggles to love herself
Her memory scorches her
And she struggles to love herself
And she used to walk on these gracefully
But now they crunch beneath her feet
And i guess she must be changin'
She never was to good at stayin' in her seat
And this town grows hungry and restless
Hungry for what i ain't sure
But they're sweepin' the streets of the trash and the homeless
And raisin' the rent
And breakin' the poor
And i used to walk on these gracefully
But now they crunch beneath my feet
And i guess i must be changin'
There's just no way to keep it neat
I used to walk on these gracefully
I guess i must be changin'...

She seemed almost demented
As she frantically repented
For the crime in which she filled her empty bowl,
It was empty like her soul
She kneeled inside the confession booth,
And she told that holy man the truth
But the booth was empty,
Frozen black as coal,
It was damp and cold.

Where are you gonna run to now?
You lost what faith you had somehow
Your show is over,
It's time to take a bow
Where are you gonna run to now?

She spends her nights with lonely men
And she goes too far every now and then.
But it's her longest running show
And the oldest job around,
They say she's the best in town.

Where are you gonna run to now?
You lost what pride you had somehow
Your show is over,
It's time to take a bow
Where are you gonna run to now?

Now in 5 more years she'll be 23
And in a lot of ways she's just like me
She gives away her body,
I give away my soul.
We're always searching for life's treasures to unfold.
We give it all to you
Yet we have no pot of gold.

So where are we gonna run to now?
We lost what love we had somehow,
We're on this one way highway
Until the bitter end
But where are we gonna run to then?

He's a walkin' contradiction when he sings his verse.
He's got a caffeine fix addiction but it could be worse.
And he is loved by many understood in time.
But it's easier to love him than to try to read his mind.
He's a mass of words expression and toil,
And his temples in the trees, the water and the soil --
He's a man of evolution, always changing like the seasons.
He finds the right solution but gets lost in his own reason,
And he's got a ways to go.
I know he's doing what he can.
Sometimes this world's a lonely place for the evolution man,
But she's always been there for him.
She's his steady ground, and he'll never ever own her,
It's the other way around.
'cause she's the way out of here,
She's the needle in his vein,
And he knows she's the only thing that will ever stop the pain.
He stands there naked in the light giving all he's got.
Most folks don't understand that
We're no different than the rocks and stones.
To the evolution man she said,
"i got a funny feelin' that i'm headed somewhere new and
There ain't no use in stealin' your sweet sweet dream from you
'cause i know you'll find what you want if i set you free...
And i'll still be here if you find that what you want is me,
'cause it's a long and lonely road.
I know you're doing what you can
But i never thought it would be so hard to love
The evolution man.
You're an evolution man."

Mormon's are everwhere
Battalions of bicycling bachelors
With dark suits
And well cropped hair
We're mormons too
Have been since '72
I'm riding between my brother and sister
In the back seat of a '67 buick station wagon
With red vinyl seats
We stick by each other
And to those seats
We've been eating cheese and bacon sandwiches
Our mother made for thirteen days straight in the august heat
And both my siblings are wakin' on those eggshells
As i will soon learn how to do myself
They play their quiet silly games
With their peashooters
As i sip luke-warm sprite from a tin can
Sold to me by a hunchback silly bastard old woman
A hundred miles back
Who is probably the only person with good sense
In this part of the country
I still don't know what to do god-awful bacon and cheese sandwich
But your body is your temple
God tells us so,
So drink up your milk
And reap what you sow
I mold the cheese and bacon sandwich into a ball in my hand
It kind of reminds me of play-dough
I look around to see who is watchin'
And stuff it between the red vinyl seats
No one will find it
At least not for a couple of weeks
We're in this big place now
It's kind of like 1/2 of an blue plastic easter egg shell
And there's a hole in the top
Where the sun cuts through
And lights up the room
And i hear all these male voices
Telling me that black people are inferior
And it's ok to have more than one wife
And as the dry dry breath of the utah sun warms me
I stand before a statue of jesus that is far too big
And has held these folks hostage for so so long
And i gaze up at the nostrils of the sandstone savior
And wonder if it
Can smell all this bullshit
Cause i sure can
And i'm only 5 years old
In salt lake city
In 1973...