Mr. Jealousy has returned Yearning, yearning Mr. Jealousy has returned to reality All secured by humanity You're living in danger Mr. Jealousy has returned
Stealing a moment from Mr.Time He rocks in his chair like a shiny dime But it's all for show, all for show Wearing your name and a number or two When
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 drunk
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 if
the tail lights burn red they were hotter than hell and i've been long gone couldn't you tell the smoke in the air couldn't hide my shame saw it lit
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
water street is just the same oh, honey come back to me you see it?s lonely and grey in the city but oh the sun will surely rise, warm my clothes, and
words mean more at night like a song and did you ever notice the way light means more than it did all day long? words mean more at night light means
train station, I know you all too well tainted in salutation and I?m going back where I belong with the salt and the sea and the stones save them all
the mist fills, quiet room. san francisco what the hell was all the talkin? round, where is it now, sunny california? I wake with you, I feel your coat
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 was
there's always the creaks and the strangest sounds john brown?s body was never found but the locals see him walkin' around there?s a ?for sale? sign
Where were you when I was still kind Just a water treader Waiting on the line Just a dry gin drinker Master and a hound Turned a circus swinger Look,
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
down in the bardo there was nothing to hold so we let it go we were empty, we were hollow shined with everything we were living for and you see your
Wanna write one for you The unwritable girl Sleeps in my hand This interstate world Leaves me for dead In my ghost town grave And returns like color
I lit a thin green candle to make you jealous of me the room filled up with mosquitoes they heard that my body was free and I took the dust of a long
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
