GITBOX! - OUR LADY OF THE HIGHWAY (1995)
When she wakes up early
There's a sound outside her window
These things that it's she's feeling
When the break starts screaming poison
She's gotta have a break today
No things is brand overwhelming
That's the weight you have to carry
And it's only cause you're worried
Yesterday, this was a trailerpark
Now I can't see what it is
Maybe I have changed, maybe it's the rain
Maybe it's the rush of things
Down behind the counter
Certain time and drinks to face it
Only know her by her first name
Lift her glasses from the table
If there was a way
To say all of this and me now
Get the car, just stop driving
Every road leads to the ocean
Yesterday, this was a trailerpark
Now I can't see what it is
Maybe I have changed, maybe it's the rain
Maybe it's the rush of things
She wrecked it good
Should have left him nothing
Not even the barrest, the bone, the skin
She wrecked it good
The bond, the home, the truth, the waist, the shell
the peace, the place, the bed, the feel, the dream, the base
Wrecked it good, as good as it gets
And you can't get away with that, easily
And if it was a home and you were living there
You wouldn't be pissing on the floor
If it was a home and you would tear it down
Well, you better wreck it good
Not at all
Kevin said, see the world, watch it turning
Then there's nothing I'd rather do
Sitting watch it all go by
Slowly drifting pleasent moon
There's a rain cloud in the sky
And I'm always worried
When Marie doesn't come
Won't you hand me down, son
Susan's said it never stops, there's always something new
And I'm afraid I'm gonna fall off
If I do now will you catch me
When she didn't, sure I'll try but I think I miss her there
I miss here now
When Marie doesn't come
Won't you hand me down, son
See the world, watch it turning
See the world, watch it turning
There are people who make doorknobs, lightballs and plastic cups everywhere you go
There are seven millions stories, most of them are boring, strange things I have know
And the big wheel never stops, know it'a a long shift, it's a weird trip
It's a fair cry from the good life, never stop
Takes a lot of soul
It takes a lot of soul, takes a lot of soul
It takes a lot of soul to be real
It's a hard call, it's a brick wall and you fall
Revolutions, revelations settled for temptations and just let go
It takes a lot of soul
It takes a lot of soul, takes a lot of soul
It takes a lot of soul to be real
There's a piece in every knowing, days just come and going, everybody flow
Well after twenty-thousand mornings, maybe it should darken, everybody go
Once that did come back and say it's warm light, it's a good night
It's the last flight, I'm allright, welcome back
Takes a lot of soul
Takes a lot of soul, it takes a lot of soul
It takes a lot of soul to be real
It takes a lot of soul, takes a lot of soul
It takes a lot of soul to be real
We're lovers, but what does it mean
I ain't seen much of you lately, it seems
Will you deem me in the morning, when it's time to get dressed
We're lovers, but what does it mean
I ain't seen much of you lately, it seems
Will you listen to me patient when I'm trying to make sense
This is ex-cathedra, it's religious to me
What with cosmics, we don't fuck, we make love
We're lovers, but what does it mean
Hard to believe in nothing at all
This town is your town but now you get lost
This town is your town but now you get lost
Find your way home now
Hard to believe that all that is gone
Walk on the old street and knock on their door
Voices from windows they live there no more
Find your way home now
Ghosttown, you're a ghosttown
Ghosttown, you're a ghosttown
Ghosttown, you're a ghosttown
Find your way home now
Based on a true story, the slave sets the scene where the lights go out
Do you remember you're lines, do you remember the light
Was the sound of the slap in my face all right
Were there really violins, trembling still
Was the moon in the back hooked to a nail in the windowcell
And who's that guy in my suit with the make-up on
Kind of small, extra-smooth and I really don't take it as a compliment
I never looked that way, I never looked that way
Based on a true story, the slave sets the scene where the lights go out
Do you remember you're lines, do you remember the light
Was the sound of the slap in my face all right
And were did I stand, on the brink of success
Was there a method to my madness, did I make a great mess
Was there right in to think it was love
And were there really violins, trembling still
Was the sky overhead, tied to the bed with a string
The sound of the city, the city in me
The sound of the city in me
It's always the moon when they speak about love
Out in space it's just the cold hard fact
And it's always the moon, it's always the moon
The town in the city, the city in me
Away from the city and me
The hills are alive and the planets too
And Neil Armstrong never saw you
And it's always the moon, it's always the moon
Out in a trance, she walks, mostly, she talks, she walks, she wonders, mostly
Mostly she talks, yeah
And it's always the moon, it's always the moon
I knew a guy who died, I don't know why but I wasn't surprised
I knew a guy who tried and tried, he just could not survive
Please, please lay a hand on me, please touch me
Please, please lay a hand on me, please touch me
I knew a girl who went strange, I just could not explain
And I knew a girl who ran away, without anything to say
So please, please lay a hand on me, please touch me
Please, please lay a hand on me, please touch me
I never been anywhere that I could not hear a train
I never been anywhere that I could not feel its pain
So please, please lay a hand on me, please touch me
Please, please lay a hand on me, please touch me
Please lay a hand on me, please, please, please
Please, please, please
I know just what you've done, I know just what you've done
There's an old brick house at the end of the road
There's a map in the dark and the gun
I know you're someone's son, I know you're someone's son
There's an old brick house at the end of the road
With a map in the dark and the gun
Its shadows chase you along, the walk, did you friendly talk your way in
Did your blood run cold, do your memories hold a knife in your hand when you dream
There's an old brick house at the end of the road
Will you trace me down when I run to town, you were always there when I leave
You have turned my head with the things you said and now I'm here stuck to believe
There's an old brick house where I stood and I walk now I can't go back no more
I know just what you've done, I know just what you've done
There's an old oak tree, it's down by the river where I rest my head in peace
Your lipstick, I'm holding, holding it for you
Catholic calendar girl
I'm walking, I'm messing, I'm heading for something
Give away you're calendar
Heading for something
Danny don't fuck up, Danny don't fuck up
Remember what you said, remember what you said
But Danny don't fuck up
The bigger they come, the harder they fall, Joe Lewis said that
But it's not the fall that kills you, it's the sudden stop, Einstein said that
And he knew a thing or two
You're like this God forsaken country sometimes, Dan, and that's going into a waste
Remember what you said, remember what you said
Danny don't fuck up
I watched her shadows turn away from me and you
Withered and die, you know we're trough
With no trace of a smile that I could find
When you ran out of sight and said goodnight
And the bedroom upstairs
We on the floor in an intimate way that we are no more
There was a moment in time, the lights were low
I remember it well, the clock went slow
And no sound from outside could find the room
When you measured your love in miles to the moon
Will we ever be the way we were before
Or can we say for sure that everything is gone
When in days to come and we'll meet I'm sure
Will you smile like once or look from your
Will the look on your face, a witness of time
Where gravity pulls, the wrinkles of life
And the bedroom upstairs
We on the floor in an intimate way that we are no more
She stand in there, I'm in here, look away, hold the scar way down
Now don't you ever go, we're walking the cow away
Don't know what it is but it feels like something real
She's holy, she's a sinking ship by land
She says you're crying for my cold, cold dead fingers
I have to pry her for my cold, cold dead fingers
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She says you're crying for my cold, cold dead fingers
We have to pry her for my cold, cold dead finger