THROUGH THE GLASS DARKLY

i heard God was at the palace doing a one
night stand / so i went out there to see Him
with my hope in my hand / he was just a
boy of fifteen without much to say / and
when he started signing autographs i walked
away

i was standing on a corner by the market-
place / when a fellow with some leaflets
shoved one right in my face / well he poked
me with his Bible like it was a loaded gun /
and i said whatever it is you're selling man i
don't want none

all our superstars are suicidal casualties /
and our heroes die in motel rooms and
motorcades

oh it seems like all our dreams are only
fantasies / and i wonder if we'll learn from
the mistakes we've made

.......

i bumped into mr. jimi at a london hotel /
and he said let's get together but he didn't
look well / when i woke up in the morning
all the papers read / jimi hendrix overdosed
last night in bed

all our superstars are suicidal casualties /
and our heroes die in motel rooms and
motorcades

well it seems like all our dreams turn into
tragedies / and i wonder if we'll learn from
the mistakes we've made

.......

now i'm waiting at the bus stop for the bus
to arrive / and i know there must be more
to life than staying alive / well i don't know
where i'm going when i climb in but it can't
be any emptier than where i've been