Written by Dan Peek, ©1971
Found on America.
I never found the time
To see things quite through
I never found the time
To give them to you
If living don't come easy
Don't stop your own voice
'Cause the worst part of living
Is havin' no choice
tell me a story
Tell it with your eyes
I'm gonna stop believin'
If I hear another lie
Drink some cold water
Your mouth's getting dry
If I only had the time
To see things right through
I'd give up all my treasures
And send them to you
Then livin' would seem easy
No lights and no noise
Just me and my lady
And the echo of her voice
Tell me a story
Tell it with your eyes
I'm gonna stop believin'
If I hear another lie
Drink some cold water
Your mouth's getting dry
I never found the time
To see into my lady
And memories don't die
But with time become hazy
I never found the time
To see into my lady
And memories don't die
But with time become hazy
I never found the time
To see into my lady
And memories don't die
But with time become hazy
I never found the time ...Caught between the twisted stars the plotted lines the faulty map
that brought Columbus to New York
Betwixt between the East and west he calls on her wearing a leather vest
the earth squeals and shudders to a halt
A diamond crucifix in his ear is used to help ward off the Fear
that he has left his soul in someone's rented car
Inside his pants he hides a mop to clean the mess that he has dropped
into the life of lithesome Juliette Bell
And Romeo wanted Juliette
And Juliette wanted Romeo
Romeo Rodriguez squares his shoulders and curses Jesus
runs a comb through his black pony-tail
He's thinking of his lonely room
the sink that by his bed gives off a stink
Then smells her perfume in his eyes
and her voice was like a bell
Outside the streets were steaming the crack dealers were dreaming
of an Uzi someone had just scored
I betcha I could hit that light with my one good arm behind my back
says little Joey Diaz
Brother give me another tote those downtown hoods are no damn good
those Italians need a lesson to be taught
This cop who died in Harlem you think they'd get the warnin'
I was dancing when his brains ran out on the street
And Romeo had Juliette
And Juliette had her Romeo
I'll take Manhattan in a garbage bag with Latin written on it that says
"It's hard to give a shit these days"
Manhattan's sinking like a rock, into the filthy Hudson what a shock
they wrote a book about it, they said it was like ancient Rome
The perfume burned his eyes holding tightly to her thighs
and something flickered for a minute and then it vanished and was gone