I hid out on the front porch. I laid up in my mind. I looked for me a love. The best one I could find. He got himself a ticket. On an international flight.
Hand in hand there are angels that are holding warning signs. Show you the way like teachers and prophets of doom. Everyone has their idols, there will always be a story to tell.
When the levee goes, the heart breaks away. The mind holds back, just loose dirt in pouring rain. The truth is not free and everyone must pay the price.
Wake up to the Biddle Street blues. Can't shake the news. All the way to the big dome. They're trying. . The intrigues of the new royalty. And the believers.
From different levels. Just pieces together. Never had a fall. That didn't burn with laughter. Living it down. Just enough time to revel. . All this talk about.
Every road has a story to tell. The dreams that have soared, the dreams that fell. Of finding that level that says out of control. Prospecting riches that reside in the soul.