Luther's Windows Lyrics - Badlees

Luther's windows are littered with nothin' 

A crystal, a picture, a dead potted sage 

A dusty white curtain, the nose prints of a dog 

A shot glass collection from his truck driving days 

Luther's bedroom is as hot as an oven 

With air that's as stale as old forgotten bread 

In a cage on the dresser there's a parrot that talks 

But her name over and over is all that it says 

Turn your back to the sun 

You see only shadows 

Look beneath the stars 

You see only night 

Like a homesick sailor 

Luther's standin' in the window 

Watching the world 

Floating by him tonight 

Luther's hands once held a chain 

With keys to a home and a blue Chevrolet 

Now he lives with his mother, steals all her liquor 

And chain smokes and stares at the ceiling for days 

Turn your back to the sun 

You see only shadows 

Look beneath the stars 

You see only night 

Like a homesick sailor 

Luther's standing in the window 

Watching the world 

Floating by him tonight 

Yeah, yeah, yeah 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, oh, oh 

Yeah, yeah, yeah 

He is watching the world 

Floating by him tonight 

Luther's sitting by himself on the sofa 

With his head bowed down but his eyes are open wide 

Having a one man revival with an electronic Bible 

Listenin' to the parade going by 

And the bass drum is poundin', the trumpets are bleatin' 

And he's reading a verse from St. John 

A trickle of light seeps through the blind 

Luther pulls down the shade until he makes up his mind 

Well, turn your back to the sun 

You see only shadows 

Look beneath the stars 

You see only night 

Like a homesick sailor 

Luther's standin' in the window 

Watching the world 

Floating by him tonight 

It's floating by him tonight 

It's floating by him tonight 

It's floating by him tonight