Well the sun don't shine where it used to. And the angels are hidin' their heads. People don't listen to their hearts anymore. Seems the good men all are dead.
Have you ever lived down in the ghetto. Have you ever felt the cold wind blow. If you don't know what I mean. Won't you stand up and scream. 'Cause there's things goin' on that you don't know.
Thirty days, Lord and thirty nights. I'm comin' home on an airplane flight. Mama waitin' at the ticket line. "Tell me son why do you stand there cryin'?".
When the season is turning. And my day has gone by. And to see my reflection. See it in your eyes. Know the day that's come now has gone by. . And if you look now quite closely.
Well, I used to wake the mornin'. Before the rooster crowed. Searchin' for soda bottles. To get myself some dough. Brought 'em down to the corner. Down to the country store.
There's a grey horse standin' still. As a soldier climbs in the saddle for one last ride. As the rain pours off his hat. You can see the shadows of the past written in his eyes.
Well, I used to wake the mornin'. Before the rooster crowed. Searchin' for soda bottles. To get myself some dough. Brought 'em down to the corner. Down to the country store.
Let me tell ya. . Where I come from it's grits and gravy not champagne and caviar. Got pick-up trucks, ain't no Mercedes. That's who we are. Ooh, yeah I wouldn't change a thing.
Sometimes I want to light up underneath the no smoking sign. Sometimes I wished they'd tell me how justice got so blind. I wish they'd just leave me alone cause I'm doing alright.
Whiskey bottles, and brand new cars. Oak tree you're in my way. There's too much coke and too much smoke. Look what's going on inside you. Ooooh that smell.
Well, its eight o'clock in Boise, Idaho. I'll find my limo driver. Mister, take us to the show. I done made some plans for later on tonight. I'll find a little queen.
Well, my poor, broke mama told me. When I was twelve years old. Said, you eatin', talkin' 'nare too fast. There's one thing you should know. Should take your time, my sweet baby.
Alarm Clock ring about a quarter after five. I've been up all night raisin' hell. With some friends of mine. I take one good look in the mirror. But only one things gettin' clearer.
Well, its eight o'clock in Boise, Idaho. I'll find my limo driver. Mister, take us to the show. I done made some plans for later on tonight. I'll find a little queen.
What shines when the eyes are dull. What folds in when the hinge is gone. The moth is dead without the dust. I'm dead without a fuss. . All I know is you.
Just had to follow those walking-eyes. And if I'm left with the sweetest line. Take it up with me some day. Leave it at the door I'm playing. . I wouldn't say that this is the end.
Have your dance with me. Take every turn. Put your hands on me again. Pull out all of the hurt. I've been lost out here for so long. God never showed.
A glass. A view. A mirror. Which one. Distracts. Like open windows. In the gusts. . A calm day will come. A calm day will come. . This dream is. This dream is.
Call in the social. Call in the mediation. How else can a shadow. Behind her not follow. . Call on the lonely. A plea for you to befriend her. Makes only you feel better.
On the great blue hill. All the distance died, I became your water. As the atlas falls. Let's start running over, smoothing every stone. You, move, touch.