Randy Stonehill 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 marketplace
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 superstar are suicidal casualties
And our heroes die in motel rooms and motorcades
Oh it seems like all out 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 superstar are suicidal casualties
And our heroes die in motel rooms and motorcades
Oh it seems like all out 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
