The tide is turning. Its coming from the street. Read your own wisdom. Not the headlines. Don't let them tell you. Its fine the way it is. Its our agenda.
Some learn early and some learn hard. Somebody called me in from my backyard. And I heard the whispers, something was wrong. And I knew you were gone.
The sunlight hits me and I shiver. I rub the sleep out of my eyes. Pull the mail box open. And hope to find a sweet surprise. . I stumble back into the kitchen.
The crescent moon sits waxing in the clear, blue sky tonight. Joanna sits relaxing down by the riverside. The cigarette she's smoking, a symbol of her sin.
She got a tattoo of a bracelet on her wrist. The love of strangers on her Christmas list. She ain't sentimental, she don't like to reminisce. She's a champion of action.
Destitute, desolation. Angels eyes shine upon my curse. From this mountain, I make my way. Along the railroad earth. . Steam train blazing a lonely hill.
Take the darkest of the darkest nights. Combine it with the brightest of the sun's bright rays. And you'll see what I see in my head. What I see every day.
Well, I don't know why it. Makes me cry when I. Think back on the. Things we done. . And I don't know when I'll. Feel again. Like this might be. Worth my while.
Snow on the railroad tracks. Dogs in the moonlight. Stoned out on Kerouac. Tryin' to get it just right. . A phone in a dim lit room. Rings out forever.
Raised on words like 'Punishment'. And 'God will get you if you don't do what you're told'. Nuns turned children into fearful right handed. Little servants of the Lord.
The ties that bind unravelled on an August night. She left his tired love behind, in a laundromat, in black and white. The powers that be decided it was time to let him go.
Born with blue eyes filled with pain. In March of 1922. Mystic fire in your veins. Mama's apron strangling you. Mama's apron strangling you. Mama's apron strangling.
I can feel you in the crowded bar room. As I get into my car. Music playing, beads of sweat descending. Down your skin to where your secrets are. . And I wanted.