It?s a glorified high school in a Kodak flash Homecoming kings and queens and pretty white trash Graveyard mansions social X-ray gowns Don?t trip in my
Poetry and angels Flowers and perfume You fill your house with pretty things Pretty things hide the bitter truth Well, there's a fire on the mountain
This is the room Where I sat and waited till the morning Watching the door You slammed so hard it broke the windows Up and down I've climbed these walls
I go to church on Sunday morning Come home and beat my wife My name is Joe and you know me I've lived here all of my, damn life What a life, I've got
Walking up broadway, face down in the wind The mission bells ring as the night falls in If I had a car, man, I'd fill her up and drive Where the bright
Did you have something to say Or were you just drinkin' again? Did you call me up to see if I was alone? Drinkin' down those last call blues Wearin' out
It's hard to find a reason To keep standing in the rain I owe it to my heart to try again Now I'm standing on the corner In a town that's hard to face
Dream town, no money down Young girls shine electric in the sun Mirror mirror, up in the sky Tell me, why should I be the lowly one? Big splash, low
It's time to greet the world (Time to greet the world) Life size, open your eyes You've picked apart every word she ever spoke (Ah, she ever spoke) Your
Black road, Georgia trees Midnight moon, just stay with me Like a lighthouse in the sky Let these eighteen wheels fly I woke up this morning in a Motel
You could have me sewn Into your blue jean pocket You could have me anyway you want You know Innocence is gold In a world of such large children In this
Through the shadows, dark as shame I can still hear your voice falling down with the rain Washing memories from the trees Till this road's covered over
Have you heard the news? It's raining on the moon The man in the TV said, "It's raining on the moon" Even the scientists can't believe it's true They'
This conversation is a trance The years fly by at a glance The blame game is the clue That everyone I've ever loved is you And you've done nothing wrong
When the sun comes up on another day And the sidewalk shines and the streetlights sway In the autumn wind, hard like the times I'll dream of yours, peaceful
Like ghosts on open windows The curtains rise and fall The past is a foreign country At the dark end of the hall And the morning is an offering To the
Somewhere you and I go Making it real, making it whole Somewhere you and I know We're making believe it's in our control I wanna reach up When the dark
I'm the old man at the dance hall I'm the young man in his grave I'm the one you're gonna cry for When you find I've gone away There's a phone booth