My city's still breathing but barely it's true. Through buildings gone missing like teeth. The sidewalks are watching me think about you. All sparkled with broken glass.
Me father was the keeper of the Eddystone Light. And corded a mermaid one fine night. From this union there came free. A porpoise and a porgy and the other was me.
On the other side of a street I knew. Stood a girl that looked like you. I guess thats deja vu. But I thought this can't be true. Cause you moved to west L.A or New York or Santa Fe.
Had one of those days when you wanna try heroin. Drunk driving some form of soft suicide. Sitting in silence and staring at ceilings. Or peeling the paint off of things to confide.
There I sat on Buttermilk hill. Who can blame me, cry my fill. And every tear would turn a mill. Johnny has gone for a soldier. . I'll sell my rod, I'll sell my reel.
I was born in East Virginia. North Carolina, I did go. There I met the fairest maiden. Her name and age I did not know. . Her hair it was a light brown color.
Yeah. . Every time that I look in the mirror. All these lines on my face gettin' clearer, the past is gone. It went by like dusk to dawn, Isn't that the way?.
Morning bright, rise. Go over your lines. Iron your carefully crafted disguise. . We'd all like to sing. It's easy to sigh. To sprinkle a handful of plausible lies.
Go tell Aunt Rhodie. Go tell Aunt Rhodie. Go tell Aunt Rhodie. That the old gray goose is dead. . The one she's been saving. The one she's been saving.
Oh, all the words I should not know. Those doctors wrote on me. Swell up and from their syllable. Won't let me get to sleep. . The sun will start later.
Just a small town girl. Livin' in a lonely world. She took the midnight train goin' anywhere. . Just a city boy. Born and raised in south Detroit. He took the midnight train goin' anywhere.
There's blood in the sink and he's plunging his wrists in. A hangover halo is washing away. Mechanic school dropout stares into the mirror. Stands up in his derelict daydreams.
On a Monday I was arrested. On a Tuesday I was locked up in jail. On a Wednesday my trial was tested. On a Thursday nobody to give my bail. . Lord it's all, almost done, Lord it's all, almost done.
You and me, we used to be together. Every day together, always. I really feel that I'm losing my best friend. I can't believe this could be the end. .
The cuckoo is a pretty bird, she sings as she flies. She brings us the tidings and tells us no lies. She feeds on the pretty flowers in the spring of the year.
Knock, so I'll know you're still there. Half listening, interpreting the air. Full of failing foreign tongue. My dialect of stammer come undone. . I've got these threads of you and I.
I can't light no more of your darkness. All my pictures seem to fade to black and white. I'm growing tired and time stands still before me. Frozen here on the ladder of my life.
Wait until the day says, it's closing. And public is put away. Write by the light of a pay phone. Your list of "I meant to say". Like "Winter comes too soon".
Don't leave me this way. I can't survive. I can't stay alive. Without you love, oh baby. Don't leave me this way, no. I can't exist. I'll surely miss.
Body is a difficult sister. And she loves her. And hides her somewhere in herself. Safe from harm. . She's barely coasting into a paycheck. Stuck on empty.