Time is jammed and flying fast
Brakes are bad the pot holes rough
Iâm out here running from the past
What we had was not enough
Heard sheâs just touched down in Hollywood
And her friends all say sheâs looking good
I saw it coming from the start
Sheâs a moving work of art
The night is thick the moon rings red
The stars are out of place
My mind is liquid in my head
Beneath the waves I see her face
Bet she pulls herself some tall coin down
Turning heads out there in Tinsel Town
Sheâs so cool it breaks your heart
Sheâs a moving work of art
Who we were and what we had
Keeps me guessing to this day
Itâs enough to drive me mad
Sheâs a million miles away
I know sheâs out there thinking on her feet
Making passes thrown fall incomplete
Sheâs as smooth as she is smart
Sheâs a moving work of art
Itâs how she sets herself apart
Sheâs a moving work of art
The Rise and Fall of Intelligent Design
If I could have just one wish maybe for an hour
Iâd want to be a woman and feel that phantom power
Maybe Iâd stick around for a while til my heart got broke
Maybe then I could find out if Iâm a half decent man
Or if Iâm just a joke
If I could be the first woman president Iâd take on air pollution
Iâd walk the streets of Baghdad at dawn to find a real solution
Iâd bare my soul for the people to read
Iâd make my secrets known
Iâd probably be assasinated first day in office
Or die somewhere alone
Its no excuse to be obtuse
Itâs no excuse to be deaf dumb and blind
When evolution is a thing of no use
It likes to call itself intelligent design
So hereâs the world in the palm of my hand
How come Iâm feeling so tender
Itâs a mans world Iâve heard it since birth
Iâm out of touch with my gender
I want to feed the hungry I want to heal the sick
I want to stifle the causes of suffering and hate
I want to know my enemy by the look in his eyes
I want to stop all this madness before itâs too late
I donât care if you think Iâve gone crazy
Messianic delusion is a backbreaking grind
Iâve got a dog and a gold fish and a friend in the Navy
Donât know nothing bout Intelligent design
Itâs no excuse to be brutal Itâs no excuse to be vile
Its no excuse to die for religion or harm an innocent child
Its no excuse to be a slick politician
When the whole of New Orleans is drowning in brine
If Iâm not mistaken it was Darwins position
The hole in the levy was caused by intelligent design
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- THE TRAVELING KIND
- Tarpaper Sky
- Kin: Songs by Mary Karr and Rodney Crowell
- The Outsider
- The Houston Kid
- Jewel of the South
- Let the Picture Paint Itself
- Life Is Messy
- Keys to the Highway
- Diamonds & Dirt
- Street Language
- Rodney Crowell
- But What Will the Neighbors Think
- Miscellaneous
- Sex And Gasoline
- Live from the Archives of 650am Wsm - Volume 1
- Live from the Archives of 650 Am Wsm - Vol. 1
- The Rodney Crowell Collection
- Troubadors of Americana
- Alternative Country