This End Of The Telescope Lyrics - Seeing Things - Jakob Dylan

I was born in the summer of Sam 

Smaller and sooner than planned 

Oh, in the spitting image of a man 

Raised by wolves on the fat of the land 

Clear of romance, beauty and damned 

Tomorrow will come if she can 

Just want a woman who can walk on a wire 

With a trembling glass in her hand 

Over the hilltops the fire engine rolls 

Down the valley deeper still it goes 

Got my weapons out, I'm laying low 

On this end of the telescope 

Alone you ramble the whole of the world 

Through black water jungles for bliss 

It's feast or famine you eat what you kill 

There's no need to bring God into this 

My heart is heavy and pressed to the bone 

Some people too heavy to hold 

Salutations take me as I am 

You can have me or leave me alone 

Sun kissed lemons in the graveyard below 

Here in death you see new adventures grow 

I see you at last but mostly a ghost 

On this end of the telescope 

This will not be easy 

Word's out, the doctor is not coming in 

This genie's too angry to go back 

Into the bottle again 

Closer than ever and covered in birds 

A bone colored moon fills the west 

Now, throats will be slashed and flags will unfurl 

As time will divide us in gangs 

Now, years of progress digging the sand 

Companions we made didn't last 

Lousy lovers do well with their hands 

But I'll reach you like nobody can 

Now, slow and easy you let your paddle go 

Down at the bottom there's more hell to row 

I see clear at last, I love, I loathe 

On this end of the telescope