I still remember that time when we were dancing. We were dancing to a song that I'd heard. Your face was simple and your hands were naked. I was singing without knowing the words.
Here I am standing at your window again. Waiting for you to say go away or come in. I'm your locked door's worst knocker. I'm your curtain's best friend.
At night we crossed the border following a Black robe. To the edge of the reservation-to Cataldo Mission. Where the saints and all the martyrs look down on dying converts.
Heard the word from Brenda Lee. You were coming home she said. Cross my heart I could not believe it. Holy hell you could have struck me dead (but). Three cheers for the grapevine (what).
You must be living on wildfires. You must be living on wildfires. That's why your eyes. Are smoke and ash. . You must be living on earthquakes. You must be living on earthquakes.
Wait for love [Repeat: x2]. I got someone on my mind. And she don't make me wait the way you do. But time. Oh she holds me all the time. And she don't make me wait the way you do.
Deep in the belly of a whale I found her. Down with the deep blue jail around her. Running her hands through the ribs of the dark. Florence and Calamity and Joan of Arc.
Wait for love [Repeat: x2]. I got someone on my mind. And she don't make me wait the way you do. But time. Oh she holds me all the time. And she don't make me wait the way you do.
I became a thin blue flame. Polished on a mountain range. And over hills and fields I flew. Wrapped up in a royal blue. I flew over Royal City last night.
Change your face. Change your name. Rip the roots that you laid down. Rip the roots that you laid down. You'll keep your hurt. You'll keep your pain. Close company now.
If this was the cold war we could keep each other warm. I said on the first occasion that I met Marie. We were crawling through the hatch that was the missile silo door.
I know who you are old man keep running. I caught your trail as you left the pines. Out into the fields where you couldn't hide nowhere. Just a thin stitch up against the rising line.
He opens his eyes, falls in love at first sight. With the girl in the doorway. What beautiful lines, how full of life. After thousands of years what a face to wake up to.
She's a great actress, and I um, think we met the first time in '73. And she was doin' a little play off-broadway,. Ah, Heart of a Dog. And there was something different about her,.
I know the dog days of the summer. Have you ten-to-one out-numbered. Seems like everybody up and left and they're not coming back. The shadow that you're standing on's still here sometimes that's all that you can ask.
Southern Pacific. Red, white and blue. Where are we running to?. Over the wide plains. Take me to someplace new. . Remember me to Roxy Anne. You know she's still lovely.
Birds beneath my window dusting their wings upon the lawn. I hear them in the morning light giving last amen to a migratory song. They're never looking round for me their eyes are on the sky or the ground below.
After all the lights had died. Out behind the palisades park. Fireflies remembered to do. Exactly what they were supposed to. . And memories were like coins that tumbled.
Stabbed me once and shot me twice. Threw me off of the bridge and through the ice. And after all you put me through. It seems our champagne days were few.
Please, man ain't supposed to live alone. Know that he would he needs. Needs to find a home. With someone else who needs a man. A man who needs a home.