There's a cross above the baby's bed. A savior in her dreams. But she was not delivered then. And the baby became me. There's a light inside the darkened room.
Now that you've made your mistake.. Now that you know how the heart bends and breaks.. Just throw away the book, and take a second look,. Behind the door: a guided tour; what we came here for..
Mobile like a mystery town. Water, heat and moon. Steam on the magnolia trees. Never ending rooms. What happened to that other life. We thought we lived, we two?.
Radio operator, in a tiny foreign room. We can hear you now and later. Calling out and coming through. . Radio operator, you're a voice so far from home.
I was dreaming of the Tallahatchie Bridge. A thousand miles from where we live. But the long line at the pearly gate. The keepers of our fate. None of them will congregate.
Well, I miss the sounds of Tennessee. And the smell of heavy rain. The roses in the garden. Laugh before the pain. . But I hear his voice close in my ear.
I'm going down to Florence, gonna wear a pretty dress. I'll sit on top the magic wall with the voices in my head. Then we'll drive on through to Memphis, past the strongest shores.