Jane, it sure looks like rain. These Canadian plains and their windblown hair. Oh Jane, the bruise colored clouds. The smell of the ground in the ripening air.
All the happy couples on their way to New Orleans. Reminding me of when we got along. And they're only renting time and space to fill up with their dreams.
There are things that I will do for a hatchet job too. Ante up, theres a new kid in town. But it wont take long for whats red hot and blonde. To be ashes on the ground.
I'm gonna let you down, I know that now. Make you cry, I know I will. And why should you believe, I would never leave. Or that I love you still. . For all that I am by and hard as we try.
I'm gonna let you down. I know that now. Make you cry, I know I will. Why should you believe. I would never leave. Or that I love you still. For all the by and by.
I lost the thread, I lost the map. It's not a feeling, it's a fact. I had it once, I was on track. Why won't it stay? I want it back. . I see you there in that magazine.
Go jump in the lake. Go ride up the hill. . Get out of this house. . It's a house of your making. It's a house of ill will. . Get out of this house. .
Fill me up, fill me up, I'm a long way from home. And I don't have a lot to say. Fill me up, fill me up 'cause you're all that I've got. And I traveled a long, long way.
The city is crumbling. Like Rome or Pompeii. And there's nothing to do. But get out of the way. When you know you can save no one. . Like an empty old bottle.
As a little girl I came down to the water. With a little stone in my hand. It would shimmer and sing. And we knew everything. As a little girl I came down.
The streets of my town are not what they were. They are haloed in anger, bitter and hurt. And it's not so you'd notice but it's a sinister thing. Like the wheels of ambition at the christening.
Oh, ho my soul. Sometimes we don't know what to do. We work so hard being tough on our own. But now it's me and you. . Let's give it up sad bones. 'Cause we all fall on hard times.
Oh, Cinnamon Road. That's where we would go to try and feel better. Oh, hot summer breeze. The tops of the trees reachin' forever. . So you take all the things that you felt then.
Well, I feel alive like I never have. Because if I go, then someone will be sad. Because as someone said, well, I'd rather die. But if you can stay, then darlin' so can I.
All and all I guess that there's so many things. That we don't say and it's. What makes us sad I think sometimes. That makes us close but I don't mind, I don't mind.
I'm going back to Salome. Things could get ugly if I stay. And I was just leaving anyway. I could sink or swim. But then again. I could go back to Salome.
Sweetness and light, you were right. Summers are gettin' harder. Days echo by, blood red sky. Chop wood and carry water. . We only do what we can. And there's a natural plan, you know.
Another plane went down today. In the Atlantic nine miles off shore. And every single black car. That goes by just might be yours. . I havent moved from this spot.
If losing sleep were any indication. Of the loving that I've missed. I would wrap myself around you. But how likely can that be when I feel like this.
I've been thinking. About you and me. Maybe I was just. Seeing what I wanted to see. . You can call me crazy. But you know this time I swore. That I wouldn't run.