Flowers on the table Have all gone south Clutter that surrounds us Leaves me with a dry mouth All I need is a soft hand To ease me in All I need is a
I watch the stars run away They can't wait to leave the sky today I see the morning shadows descend Across your wide brown eyes again And every time
It all looks beautiful to me It all looks beautiful to me It all looks beautiful to me It all looks beautiful to me The rusted cars, the battle scars
Mary sits high on a stool Combing out her hair While all her boys Roll bodies to the barn A message says Up on the wall Don't come around here no more
Paint a tiny portrait In your memory Take it out and dust it off When you remember me Sitting on the front porch Whispers in the dark The leaves of fall
Wrap a ribbon around your finger Someday you'll remember What it felt like in her arms She could make you laugh She could make you cry Show you dark
Beneath the blue Organ Mountains Beneath the sky and the stars Far from the road and trail, I hear you sigh I hear you sigh, I hear you sigh In the skin
Snow blows through the window, all I can do is stumble Across the uneven floor into an unmade bed And I lie awake for hours, I must be afraid of something
Down the rough road where the asphalt is split Stumbles a man down to his wits Brother, oh brother, what's left to regret? Known by the way that he carries
Jesus in a candle on the table, rabbit's foot by the window A hallway leads to nowhere, right outside the door They say, a man can go by the way, if all
You say everything, I don't want to hear I pretend that I don't mind as long as you're near Clouds, clouds passing by our head and ears We sit idly by
Tonight I'll say the drunkard's prayer Down the hatch and drown myself to sleep I'll close my eyes and stumble round And fall down on my knees I'll raise
Flip the switch and let the gamblers roll Headed up from old Mexico The border towns, they all look the same Brand new suit and a bankers roll Switchblade
As I lay here beside you, counting minutes in my head I might as well stop struggling, this time I think we're really dead And this old heart of mine
Come and sit yourself beside me This will be my last request I was born in these high mountains Leave my ashes here to rest Cover me with blankets of
There's a rise above the river Where the hangman's tree hugs the rim A brace of crows crowd the bank Like mourners on their way to the Mercy bridge A
I'm slidin' underneath Your skin again You get so sticky When you're wakin' up I'm slidin' underneath The sheets again I get so tired I can't get up
9:32 I'm in my room And you You are In my room 9:33 He turns the key Unlocks the door Walks the floor Walks the floor Walks the floor Walks the floor
