The earth was trembling on their wedding day. The sun was cold, the sky was chrome. They spoke their lines like actors in a play. Changed their clothes and hurried home.
Through the shadows, dark as shame. I can still hear your voice falling down with the rain. Washing memories from the trees. Till this road's covered over and lost in the leaves.
Written by: John Mellencamp and George Green. . This land today, shall draw its last breath. And take into its ancient depths. This frail reminder of its giant, dreaming self..
Now, me and D, we had a jam, we used to kick it with Jay. He was the baddest fuckin' man in the U.S. of A.. He had a rack of black jackets and some records to play.
The earth was trembling on their wedding day. The sun was cold, the sky was chrome. They spoke their lines like actors in a play. Changed their clothes and hurried home.
Through the shadows, dark as shame. I can still hear your voice falling down with the rain. Washing memories from the trees. 'Till this road's covered over and lost in the leaves.