I'm trying to tell you somethin' about my life
Maybe give
I pulled out with the mountain Laurel blooming
On a dirt
Galileo's head was on the block
The crime was looking up
I'm gonna clear my head
I'm gonna drink that sun
The saddest
There's a letter on the desktop that I dug out
Through the dustbowl, through the debt
Grandma was a suffragette
Blacklisted for
Pain from pearls, hey little girl
How much have you grown?
Pain
I sit two stories above the street
It's awful quiet here
Jet fuel and traffic lines
Pulling up to the delta signs
Distant
Now the parking lot is empty
Everyone's gone someplace
I pick you
I had guards like watchdogs
Dogs in a manger
I could feel
My friends they wash the windows
And they shine in the
Come to you with strange fire
I make an offering of
Three hits to the heart son
And it's poetry in motion
One
The trouble came around here
Here in the south we fix
Thought I knew my mind like the back of my