Police, won't you grant me my release?. I should be a freeman now at least,. I'm no robber I'm no thief.. I should be a freeman on the street.. A freeman on the street..
(Matraca Berg/Gary Harrison). . I've been living on the wrong side of Memphis. I'm really breaking away this time. A full tank of gas and a '69 Tempest.
Vacuum not even a court room. Just me in a small room. That has become a tomb. Converted, disadvantaged. Nothing granted. Will they ever get my message.
There's a firefly in love with a distant star. Looking longingly up through the atmosphere. Tiny beacon flies, finds his wings too soon. I watch him make his way, blinded by the moon.
Got a time,. A place,. To leave without a trace.. You got a song,. A taste of what's to come.. You had it all in your palm,. Till I raised the alarm and I won't keep calm no more as I endure this..
Saturday, I drove into town. In the co-op where your friends hang out. I heard one say "What's she doing here?". Well, I held my head up high, swallowed my bitter tears..
They always told me, in the beginning. There was life and there was sin. That was only a story to explain the state we're in. You got a life that's not your own.
I walked the streets of this little town. Late last night when it all shut down. Feeling stuck between lost and found and nowhere. . Using my memory for a map.
Went to a dance last Saturday night. I was feeling tipsy, the mood was right. Sight a little daughter steppin' out the corner. 'Cause I feel like dancing all night.
Where'd you get the number. Where'd you get the matches. In a motel room. Were they lying in a drawer with your old. boyscott badges. I think I know the truth.
Pray tell sweet Rosemary,. Are the times what they're supposed to be?. Is leadership the same as treachery?. Will knighthood silence anarchy?. . Sorry for the hurt..
Oh, the sun rolls down, big as a miracle. And fades from the Midwest sky. And the corn and the trees wave in the breeze. As if to say goodbye. . Oh, my grandfather stood right here as a younger man.
Big City Life, me try forget by. Pressure nah ease up no matter how hard me try. Big City Life, here my heart have no base. And right now Babylon deep on me case.
He ran hard, he ran fast. A fallen angel on a weekend pass. Never looked forward, never looked back. A blaze of glory down a one way track. . I hear the whistle.
Big City Life, me try fi get by. Pressure nah ease up no matter how hard me try. Big City Life, here my heart have no base. And right now Babylon deep on me case.
You can't run from your blues. You can't waltz across Texas in a beat up Subaru. So I sat a bar down the street from Pete's garage. Then you walked in,like a long legged,sweet mirage.
You cannot be certain,. You cannot be sure.. All those times that I took for granted left me wanting more.. Now that I've awoken,. I'm ready to adore.
Sunday morning, a quarter past ten. The congregation says amen. The friends and neighbors come rolling in. Amazing grace and original sin. The preacher said one of us had strayed.
Why? Why do you love me?. What have I done to deserve you lately?. If the poorest ones could feel this energy,. They need not fear the cursed son nor the devil's night..
Praise and worship. Bow your head. Say a prayer for the too soon dead. Call it God's will. Call it fate. Call for mercy, it's too late. . Cos this ain't where the Angels dwell.