You had your red rain slicker on. Your face was turned up into rain as you watched me. And I was crossing I was crossing. The street like my own Rubicon.
Pretty Polly, please come on down. From your home home high up off the ground. In the tree dark and forlorn. Where the rope hangs bruised and worn. . Though I'll never fly to you.
This is it my dear old friend. Our paths it seems are at an end for now. Though in time we floated free. We're are pulled by separate gravities to ground.
I close my eyes and it all returns like the spinning of a potter's wheel. Trying to stay ahead a morning as time came running with us. And she beat us to the finish as we ran through the fields.
Pictures on my wall,. Fifteen different colours,. Starting with vermillion-. The first flower of the summer,. And don't think I'll be finished. Till I've begun to understand this,.
Say the west is a story we made up to erase. Conestoga wagons left tracks you can see from space. From the Northwest passage to the Great Divide. Everybody's looking for the other side.
I thought I heard you pulling up outside. It's just the wind whisperin' through the pines. I haven't seen who I'm looking for. Just empty shadows in my open door.
Honey how you gonna make it on your own?. Honey how you gonna make it on your own?. When you wake up in the night. And see the stars just city lights.
How hard for the covers to be pulled by from their slumbers. But a ghost never gives up its sheet, tell me is it the same?. For the rattlin' chains or whatever you wear when you sleep.
He's riding the plains living up to his name. As the next to the last true romantic. He knows that his story is tragic. But he can't rest. Til he's next To you.
Wrap your arms around me. And hold me close to your light. I'm too weak for flying tonight. I've been running all nighttime. Trying to hide from the hounds.
Radio waves are coming miles and miles. Bringing only empty boats. Whatever feeling they had when they sailed. Somehow slipped out between the notes. .
There are planets you don't know. And there are moons that you don't see. Invisibles between the rings of Mars and Mercury. The harbors that they built for the ships to set me free.
Me and Jiggs staring at the ceiling the stars above the radar range. Song from a station wagon laying foundations on the shadows of overpassing planes.
What's it take to make the dime drop?. All of these kids who think they're quick on the draw. Always shooting at outlaws I'm busy keeping my Colt cocked.
Don't stand so close to me. Don't be another tragedy. I've burned everybody who had a hand to lend. . A man burning at both ends. No one put me in this hell.
I remember back in Illinois I found her. The lily of the valley the lily of the. West was a rose The daughter of the biggest big town banker. He kept her like a princess I stole her like the Fort Knox gold.
Making my own city lights. Out of bourbon and the stars of a bar room fight. Face forward in the wind. If you don't know where it is but you know where it's been.
Well I can't sleep with all these hand-me-downs. Battered up chests and faded dreams. Every new life seems to spin away. Like sand escaping through the seams.
I met you at a party or on a crowded street. . A silent singularity when glances chanced to meet. . You looked into my glasses, said you'd seen a ghost.