You left here on your dirty feet. But you're gonna come home on the train. . You left here on your shoe leather. But you're gonna come home on the train.
Once I had a heart like a mean old hen. Kept her locked up in a chicken wire pen. Clucking at the walls, scratching at the ground. Peck at anybody who would come around.
Late morning, midnight, sunny Tuesday gloom. Silence under shutters, stillness in the room. . Bobby Lee, Bobby Lee, this caves too dark for me. I gotta go out where the wind can find my face.
I thought about you today. Didn't mean to, it was uninvited. That's what this band-aid is for. I just looked down, saw bloody onions. . Now go, don't stay no more.