War Inside My Head
Lady called the blue boy, love,
She took him home
Made himself an idol, yes,
So he turned to stone
Like a pilgrim she travelled
Ta place her flowers
Before his granite grace
And she prayed aloud for love
To waken in his face
In his face, oh __________
Sometimes in the evening
He would read to her
Roll her in his arms
And give his seed to her
She would wake in the morning
Without him
And go to the window
And look out thru the pain
But the statue in her garden
He always looked the same
He looked the same, ah _________
Bring her boots
She took him home
Made himself an idol, yes,
So he turned to stone
Like a pilgrim she travelled
Ta place her flowers
Before his granite grace
And she prayed aloud for love
To waken in his face
In his face, oh __________
Sometimes in the evening
He would read to her
Roll her in his arms
And give his seed to her
She would wake in the morning
Without him
And go to the window
And look out thru the pain
But the statue in her garden
He always looked the same
He looked the same, ah _________
Bring her boots
Everywhere In Denver
your young english eyes on the highways, climbs and dives,
climbs and dives like it's alive. and the black in indiana
is leaving for atlanta. i wonder if she'll ever go anywhere,
anywhere with me.
from the corner of coffee and fever, hazel and curry and your
long walking worry. you say it's easier to sleep when the
engine beats. and you think i'm not eating, "yeah, what've
you been reading?"
we talked over ida and arkansas like the country whispers to
nothing near at all. and they put out the lights and lit up the crickets.
they knew i was taking you out.