Traces Of The Western Slopes Lyrics - Rickie Lee Jones

We go down round 

The far side of the tracks 

Lolita's playing dominoes and poker 

Behind their daddy's shacks 

Vacant-eyes, glue-face boys 

On a pearl splashing glass 

If they give us any flack 

If they come up on our ass 

We'll just give 'em the go-by 

The Cadillac pass 

Take me now 

From the blue and pale room I'd follow 

Through the faces and the traces of 

Treasure, I keep hearing inside me 

Madmen throw their voices 

From pretty boys 

And from the best ones 

You pick up connections 

As they hand you, your directions 

To the Western Slope 

I lied to my angel so I could take you downtown 

I'd lie to anybody there was nobody else around 

And I know what people say about me 

But I lied to my angel and now he can't find me 

I'm sorry 

I saw him 

I saw him 

Laughing 

I could hear them 

Laughing 

Alive 

I could hear them 

E. A. Poe 

And Johnny Johnson 

If you dial in 

They're calling from the Western Slope 

Who's the thin thread of light 

That keeps you strangled in the scenery 

That follows my voice, can you se me? 

Then follow my voice 

Who raised this banner? 

That no one hears 

The Jack 

Beneath the axis 

Digging under the current 

Someone's trying to get back 

But who's qualified to retrieve 

The soul's enduring song? 

From the grottos of her eyes 

And the clashing stars 

E. A. Poe 

And Johnny Johnson 

If you dial in 

They're calling from the Western Slope 

Who's the thin thread of light 

That keeps you strangled in the scenery 

That follows my voice, can you se me? 

Then follow my voice, see me?