(Lucinda Williams). . Everybody's had a few now. They talkin' about who know who. I'm goin' back to the Crescent City. Where everything's still the same..
Everybody's had a few. Now they're talking about who knows who. I'm going back to the Crescent City. Where everything's still the same. This town has said what it has to say.
Everybody's had a few. Now they're talking about who knows who. I'm going back to the Crescent City. Where everything's still the same. This town has said what it has to say.
Please, please convince me. Please, please, please convince me. Tell me so it makes sense to me. How much better it's all gonna be. And please, please, please convince me.
Thundering news hits me like a snowball. Struck in my face and shattering. Covering me in a fine powder and mist. And mixing in with my tears. . And I'm fifty seven but I could be seven years old,.
This wall divides us, we're on two different sides. But this wall is not real, how can it be real?. It's only made of concrete and barbed wire. . [Chorus].
In the doorway soaking wet. It's raining cats and dogs. There's nothing for us to regret. The fire needs more logs. . You manage to crack a smile. The sky is big and open.
I changed the lock on my front door so you can't see me anymore. And you can't come inside my house, and you can't lie down on my couch. I changed the lock on my front door.
Sittin' in the kitchen, a house in Macon. Loretta's singing on the radio. Smell of coffee, eggs and bacon. Car wheels on a gravel road. . Pull the curtains back and look outside.