I am like a black bird in a night storm though trouble finds me sleeping cannot help but wake me up for more a splinter, the electric sockets this
Old bag of bones that is where I start My mind keeps telling me I shouldn't but I only listen to my heart This old bag of bones has been sitting
The mind can wait it's the heart who is impatient to wrap you up in its arms my body calm, grounded to the earth and yet my soul aches to get out
Someday our bodies will rest in a big brown box and itch for heaven like the chicken pox and float up like smoke or like fog When we get up there
There's a light on the porch that tells me when you're coming home but it's late and that light isn't shining and I know it means you are gone will
Gray storm clouds are rushing over Thunder clapped so loud that grown men run for cover Wet raindrops pepper windshields holding down your hat while
I'm beginning to think that your love is a dream that any moment I'll awake And you'll be gone from me though I worry I will not fear it's those
I always leave out the hard parts I've got a case of selective memory I always leave out the hard parts cause all I want is a happy ending and they
Yes sir I went down down down to the devil's nest on the river banks to pay my respects no no no I did not linger long just long enough to sing this
Birds sing baby in the summertime and when the winter comes baby will I still call you mine So best to leave this all in the stars
