I woke you up with poetry and stones The ragged and the bones Strewn around the room I recall another hazy may Take a round in the ring Gone hungry for
You were a phonograph, I was a kid I sat with an ear close, just listening I was there when the rain tapped her way down you face You were a miracle. ?
Well, it's 3AM again, like it always seems to be Driving northbound, driving homeward, driving wind is driving me. It just seems so funny how I always
All the tables nice and clean Evelyn's asleep On the graveyard shift again Selling gasoline And there's kids smoking on south first See high-school was
Slept high up in the Rockies Set my clock for Californ-i-ey-aye And I dreamed up somethin' special to give that ocean Man, she cuffs me anyway So I?m
Curse at your captain, and stow me below. Hold me amongst all your cards. Oh we were sea bound, and aimless at best. Clutching to the wheel, and those
I know when a song's good, just like clear. Like gospel hymns that you call in the air. Come down, come down, sweet reverent Until my simple heart sound
I've seen boxes Fills up all the things I never told you Still growing And I try though I try though the talking never seems to do it I miss the taste
: Well, it's 3AM again, like it always seems to be Driving northbound, driving homeward, driving wind is driving me. It just seems so funny how I always
: Pictures watch from the sidewalk past poems go flying in the tracks all we ever got left is a pile of things I visit you with nothing burning hidden
: Summer days were just a magazine, a magazine a magazine... Cutting grass for gasoline, for gasoline So I can see ya soon... Fall swooned Left me
: How the lights will change Coming back into the city Driving homeward slow Shimmer like you do to me We laugh at all those changing trees Autumn
: You were a phonograph, I was a kid I sat with an ear close, just listening I was there when the rain tapped her way down you face You were a miracle
: This house She's holding secrets I got my change behind the bed In a coffee can, I throw my nickels in Just in case I have to leave And I will go
: All the tables nice and clean Evelyn's asleep On the graveyard shift again Selling gasoline And there's kids smoking on south first See high-school
: New York now was nothing but an ice-capade a cigarette, a fire-escape and we walked this line, with dust in our pockets for the Bedford Station line
: I woke you up with poetry and stones The ragged and the bones Strewn around the room I recall another hazy may Take a round in the ring Gone hungry
: last night I dreamed I was brooklyn on my own last night I dreamed I was brooklyn on my own lord I couldn?t see the shadows all in me, I dreamed I