You get a shiver in the dark,. It's raining in the park, but meantime:. South of the river, you stop and you hold everything.. A band is blowin' Dixie, double-four time..
Here I am again in this mean old town. And you're so far away from me. And where are you when the sun goes down. You're so far away from me. . So far away from me.
It's all wrinkled elbow shirts and poker faces on this bus. Back to a nitch dug just like a ditch in this city's weathered crust. But there's something about this city's gray.
They know you've got nothing to lose. Because if you'd had a chance you would've lost that too. Dazzled by the image of the self-made man. They hold out shiny things and then they slap your hand.
I know it's hard to believe but part of me was scared to leave. They were so concerned with what I deserved. They never thought about what I'd need. And I know my friends from high school.
There was a child named Bernadette. I heard the story long ago. She saw the queen of heaven once. And kept the vision in her soul. . No one believed what she had seen.
Who's the one that makes you happy. And who's the one that always makes you laugh. Who's the reason you're smiling. And dragged you though these times so rough.