Big brown eyes and a gust of wind. And the cherry burns the corner of the page that says. "The end is coming soon", but not soon enough. Restring all your guitars, pack up all your stuff.
I watch, as it stops for a girl. A moment, elaborate and weak. I am easy in her midst. Why elaborate, when there's no need to?. . But I do, all night.
When you were just a little girl in pine bluff. Daddy disappeared without a trace. Now there's no more little girls in pine bluff. They all ran like tears out of this place.
Empty bottle was half empty, tide was low, and I was thirsty. I saw her sitting at the bar, well you know how some girls are. Always making eyes, well she wasn't making eyes.
I was playing every Monday on Burgundy in some shitty little bar. I was working on a novel called 'New Orleans Ain't No City', it's a Scar. The heroine does heroin, the hero wears his hair just like The King.
When the day breaks on Cedar Creek Lake. Or my life rolls into Rome. When the sun goes down on Austin town. That's when I'll know I'm home. . What a time we'll have on Greenville Ave.
Heaven I need a drug. Her eyes are all but fixed upon her coffee cup. And looking down she tells you things are looking up. Take another slug. . Heaven I had a dream.
She's a lovely girl but she's a misanthrope. She's sick of the world, she's at the end of her rope. She's had it up to here with everyone but me. . Cowboys, bankers, bikers too.
Less than three, less than two, less than one. Less than zero. If you're me, what you do when you're done. Is cry. Don't leave me alone with myself. Yeah, turns out I'm a troubled guy.
Jesus loves you more than I do. Just because He doesn't know you. Not like I do. . Jesus says you'll get salvation. If you just keep on waitin'. And readin' the same book.
The desert children wanted bread. The good lord sent them manna. I asked just for one good girl. The devil sent me Julianna. . She don't come around no more.
I'm not afraid, I'm good with God. I got my sins, in fact I got a lot. I got a soul that's good and flawed. I'm good with God, I'm good with God. I'm not afraid, got no regrets.
One, two, three, four. . Thank God for Irish whiskey. Thank the Devil for pretty girls. Make a mess of all us lucky boys. . I got 99 things to be thankful for.
I must live in this confusion. I must love to be confused. I must strike out in the darkness. Buy some time both new and used. . Time to wander through the arches.
Man, I had a terrible day. I couldn't stop gettin' in my own way. Time to blow my pay, I need a drink. . Move your ass cause that's my stool. Pour one Bass, no, make it two.
So we got married in Venice in June, so what?. We circled the earth in a hot air balloon, so what?. . And the rest of our lives. Is one long honeymoon.
Two roosters I slew and with all of my might. I prayed hard for you in Haiti at night. Your skin has turned blue and your hair has turned white. Must be the voodoo of this Haitian moonlight.
I will stay if you let me stay. And I'll go if you let go. But I won't go far away. Because you're my only home. . And I will hide what you want hidden.
So I've taken a contract out on you. I have hired a hitman to do what they do. He will do his best, to do his worst. After he's messed up your girlfriend first.
Maybe tomorrow I'll see love in your eyes and mine will dry. Maybe tomorrow we can learn how to fly on these nasty little wings. (C): And I wanna take you out but you always refuse.