written by Mary Gauthier. . The parade of souls is marching across the sky. Their heat and their light bathed in blue as they march by. The All Stars play "When the Saints Go Marching In".
The parade of souls is marching across the sky. Their heat and their light bathed in blue as they. march by. The All Stars play "When the Saints Go Marching In".
(Mary Gauthier). . We lie here and we lie here. Awaiting the return. Of the passion that has left us. With the patience we've learned. Sinking in the ashes.
Under water, under the well. Under glass, under a ground swell. Chasing bliss, chasing my tail. Chasing desire, straight down to Hell. . I couldn't love, could not forgive.
We stood in a long line waitin' for the door be unlocked. Out in the cold wind,? round the razor wire fenced in cell block. Young mamas with babies, sisters and other kinds of kin.
JOHN. I'm not here as a friend. I have a job to do. it's strange to find my work. should lead me here to you. Chris knows all about you. I have shown him all this.
Our Lady of the Shooting Stars. Was that you last night?. Did we dance a whispered waltz,. Did I hold you in my sight?. When morning came with open arms.
Let me paint the picture. . I was up in the club with the homies (with the homies). More shawtys, more hittas. Then I saw a pretty girl lookin' lonely (lookin' lonely).
I called my mama yesterday. To wish her happy birthday. She said,? Baby, your mama's getting old. And I'm damn glad to be alive today?. . She said,? I'm 10 years cancer free.
Mary Gauthier. . I felt the flames on my face. when I found the nerve to meet your eyes, so green. I stumbled towards your elegance. I tumbled, wide awake into a dream.
Steam Train Maury died last night. His wife Wanda by his side. Caught the Westbound out of here. Hopped the high irons to the by and by. They say he jumped ten thousand trains.
There's a big storm a coming. Of this I've no doubt. That storm's gonna blow your little world inside out. When the wild winds let up. When the violence wanes.
Born a bastard child in New Orleans. to a woman I've never seen. I don't know if she ever held me. All I know is that she let go of me. . I passed thru like thunder.
Happy anniversary, baby. It's been a year now since you moved away. And even though I asked you to go. I miss you every day. . I miss you in the evenings.
Written by Mary Gauthier and Dale Keys. . Silly me, what was I thinking. I coulda sworn you still loved me. But I'm a fool born to chase rainbows. I could never hold you to what you said with your eyes.
This is not my street. This is not my house. That is not my bed. This is not my town. Another day another night. Another night another day. I wanna go home.
Mary Gauthier. . I felt the flames on my face. when I found the nerve to meet your eyes, so green. I stumbled towards your elegance. I tumbled, wide awake into a dream.
There's knots in your stomach. Tightness in my throat. Half the things we say these days. Get hurled back as a quote. . We came together easily. But something has gone wrong.