I'm wicked in the eyes of the world. Everything nobody wants. As low as low can get. Everything I cannot stop. . A glutton for everything misery can buy.
There is a rock. And 100 yards away. There is a stone. There is a house. . And on the other side. There is a stream. Where we cool our feet. When we get home.
There's a rise above the river. Where the hangman's tree hugs the rim. A brace of crows crowd the bank. Like mourners on their way to the Mercy bridge.
I'm slidin' underneath. Your skin again. You get so sticky. When you're wakin' up. . I'm slidin' underneath. The sheets again. I get so tired. I can't get up.
Come and sit yourself beside me. This will be my last request. I was born in these high mountains. Leave my ashes here to rest. . Cover me with blankets of flowers.
I've never seen a sky. As flat as this one. As flat as the brown earth. Beneath our feet. . I've never seen a horizon. As dim as this one. It's hundred and ten in the street.
As I lay here beside you, counting minutes in my head. I might as well stop struggling, this time I think we're really dead. And this old heart of mine stumbles as it falls.
Jesus in a candle on the table, rabbit's foot by the window. A hallway leads to nowhere, right outside the door. They say, a man can go by the way, if all he does is linger.
You say everything, I don't want to hear. I pretend that I don't mind as long as you're near. Clouds, clouds passing by our head and ears. We sit idly by, let go the years.
Snow blows through the window, all I can do is stumble. Across the uneven floor into an unmade bed. And I lie awake for hours, I must be afraid of something.
Beneath the blue Organ Mountains. Beneath the sky and the stars. Far from the road and trail, I hear you sigh. I hear you sigh, I hear you sigh. . In the skin, in the skin where memory begins.
Down the rough road where the asphalt is split. Stumbles a man down to his wits. Brother, oh brother, what's left to regret?. Known by the way that he carries his load.
I watch the stars run away. They can't wait to leave the sky today. I see the morning shadows descend. Across your wide brown eyes again. . And every time that you are here.