Hey, baby, it's me Listen, I'm gonna talk fast, this is long distance Ya, I'm sittin' here at the Waffle House Smothered and covered Ya, precious just
Purple passion in the glove box Under a map And a couple of joints and some Dentyne under my cap As a general rule I don?t monkey around with toys But
I walked into an elevator and you walked into a wall You said you wanted to be with me I never dreamed I had it all But something changed hat day inside
There's a big black train I've been hearing all my life Every night, at sundown I hear its lonesome cry When I look through the screen door I see a rocking
There are voices in my head And demons in my soul Sometimes they keep me warm Sometimes they leave me cold There are strangers in my bed To caress my
It cuts every corner of every street I see it on the face of everybody I meet It comes out of nowhere, it chills to the bone When I'm by myself, I'm not
There's a screened-in porch in the front but not the back The back's just got a door and a crepe myrtle bush And a little ole dried up garden and some
Lightning bugs buzzing ?round the piss elm tree I?m a hundred miles form reality Take a big drag-suck it all in Blow it out the window, let it ride on
She wore black on black It was perfect for the night She looked like an angel By the candlelight He had his lines all down Like a work of art He made
Baby, yeah, would you meet me at the starlight lounge? Where I found you and you found me We were both dressed up with no place to be You set me from
Why is this window so dirty and gray? I can?t see you through it anymore It may be the smoke, it?s hard to say The fact is this place has too many doors
Love is a burning thing Love is a burning thing Love is a burning thing It makes a fiery ring Bound by wild desire I fell into a ring of fire I fell
It?s just me It?s just me It?s just me Living inside you That voice you hear in the morning is me opening your eyes the darkness that you feel each evening
I sit here in my lonely room Sunshine breaks the dusty gloom And spots the magazine on the table Your cover girl eyes burn right through me I see myself
There?s always numbers In my head A countin hunger That must be fed Got some pills By my bed Supposed to eat ?em But I count them instead Am I crazy
I could tell you A little about me But I doubt you have got all day I could tell you some crazy stories I?m sure they?d make you run away So let?s
Maybe I?m crazy Maybe I?m blind Cause I can?t understand The kind of mind That kills for God or money or the land It just seems odd to take that kind
Maybe we're in a mess maybe it's cold out there it seems like a cruel test this weights too hard to bear but maybe we'll find a way to raise the flag
