(Don Henley/Stan Lynch)
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Maybe just a good night's sleep
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Would have changed your troubled mind
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From that rather permanent decision
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So tragic, so unkind
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Now, pain is what you've given
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And sleep is what you'll get
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So far away from that sweet baby child
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Who hardly knew you yet
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Now he'll grow up to be a fighter
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Full of anger, full of shame
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Like all the other haunted children
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Who wonder why they came
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And he'll be in and out of trouble
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Until he stands up or he falls
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But there will always be a shadow there
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No matter how it goes
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Damn it, Rose
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Is this another cryptic message
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Or some kind of cosmic quiz
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If there's a lesson to be learned from this
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Well, I don't know what it is
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You could have given us the finger
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Much more constructively than that
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Now I sit here with the MTV
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And your bloated, Burmese cat
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We're being treated to the wisdom
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Of some puffed up little fart
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Doing exactly what I used to do-
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Pretentions to anarchy and art
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He speaks the language of a warrior
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He mounts his misinformed attack
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He wears the clothes of a dissenter
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But there's a logo on his back
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And it's a hollow rebellion
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As rebellions mostly are
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It's just another raging tempest in a jar
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And the seasons keep on changing
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And the wind blows hot and cold
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Wish that you were here with us to watch this tide
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As it ebbs and flows
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Damn it, Rose
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Damn It, Rose
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| Don Henley |
