In front my nose. I don't know what to do. Just like a shadow. This is how it goes. . So you think you can. Just step in front like that. You crossed the line.
Child of fear, child of anger. Traveler on the open road. An ancient car she bought. with money that he gave her. When he died, oh oh. . That was the only thing he ever gave her.
Well the check's in the mail, might get there by Monday. And I got two children, I might see them one day. And I keep on drinking even though I quit. Sobriety'd be fine if I got the hang of it.
Treetops spinning at the outskirts of my vision. In the back yard of a stranger on the edges of my mind. I lay broken with my belly up to heaven, I guess.
I took the long way. I took the low road. And when I got home. It was morning, where'd the time go?. She sat waiting. She had her coat on. Said, "This can't go on.".
Once you get a taste of freedom. it's hard to settle down. Once you get the hang of flying. it's hard to touch back down. Girl I know you're from the old school.
She wears her sex like a crown. She tears the little boys to pieces. When they come around. She's pretty like a magazine. I am her victim. And how she loves to watch me bleed.
Out in the deep end. I'm alive, not that you would know. Wasted the weekend. Drivin' by places where you go. . I know that you like 'em dangerous. And I ain't dangerous enough.
Raised on words like 'Punishment'. And 'God will get you if you don't do what you're told'. Nuns turned children into fearful right handed. Little servants of the Lord.
Stood a building by the river in a place called Bordertown. Me and my friend Little Steven used to take our money down. We were only seventeen then, starving for experience.
The ties that bind unravelled on an August night. She left his tired love behind, in a laundromat, in black and white. The powers that be decided it was time to let him go.
We had our day in the sun. And it was a good day. You thought maybe I was the one. And I felt the same way. But now the walls are crumbling down around us.
Strip away the bar and gun shop. Strip away the lonesome telephone lines. Strip away the faded black top. Strip away these things,. I'll tell you what you'll find.
Born with blue eyes filled with pain. In March of 1922. Mystic fire in your veins. Mama's apron strangling you. Mama's apron strangling you. Mama's apron strangling.
There is an ocean in the sky. The road is a river. The shoulder I'm following is crumbling. . Started as only half a lie. Indian summer. It was my fortune I was gambling.
I can feel you in the crowded bar room. As I get into my car. Music playing, beads of sweat descending. Down your skin to where your secrets are. . And I wanted.
I been down. I been around. I been lost. And I been found. . I been dumb. I been numb. I been blind. But the miracles still come. . There's always a reason.
Steven and I hitch-hiking. Our day off to Hanover. Beat up car with young girl driving. Slow down and pull over. . In the rear view mirror. Like co-conspirators we did smile.
Shiver, shake at the thought of it. Buckle and break in the face of the things You'll miss. Quiver, quake like Your trembling lips. One mistake by the grace of your fingertips.
Saw a penny in a stream. Shining bright from underneath. But you never thought yourself a thief. So you went ahead and let it be. . When I'm gone are you gonna miss me?.