This song is for the rats Who hurled themselves into the ocean When they saw that the explosives in the cargo hold Were just about to blow This song
Could be holding you tonight Could quit doing wrong, start doing right You don't care about what I think I think I'll just stay here and drink Hey, putting
I'm coming. Try to stop me. Push furniture in front of the door. It only gives me something to push against. In the full heat of the summer's day, You
I caught me a rabbit To keep me company And I'm here in my car And the rabbit's here with me. Heading out Highway 1, Respecting out posted speed limits
Just as the last smoke subsides you'll see my fingers. Hoisting my body atop the charred debris. Who is that creature with the crazed look in his eyes
Toward the end of our first year in Las Vegas, You looked up from your little corner And I saw that your face was getting a little brighter. And then
Catch a lucky break try to make it last Rig a blanket curtain up between the present and the past Play my lucky number for most of what they're worth
Crude little wooden idols and aviator shades The trinkets and the treasures we brought back from the crusades Some guy in an Impala shakes his head when
Come hard through the fog blindfolded and bound Till we stand at the edge of a hole in the ground We hold hands and we jump and as we fall we sing Paupers
Brave young cowboys of the near north side Mount those bridge rails Ride all night Scream when captured Arch your back Let this whole town hear your knuckles
Let the camera pull back till the fullness of the frame is clear and plain Peer into the screen until you see it all like a vision in a crystal ball Let
If you really want to conjur up a ghost Cultivate a space for things that hurt you most Rake the sands until they surface Bind their tiny eyes Stake
There's the part you've braced yourself against and then there's the other part Steal up incling northward streets with some weird sickness in the dark
Bang the small rocks on the big ones Till the small ones are sharp and clean Catch something, kill something New blade cuts real keen And then the grass
One clear shot or else he gets away Red sun high in the sky tonight Look west from London down toward Hollywood Remember the first days of California
'36 hudson in the garage, all sorts of junk in the unattached spare room, dishes in the kitchen sink, new straw for the old broom, friends who dont have
It's all good to learn that right outside your window There's only friendly fields and open roads And you'll sleep better when you think You've stepped
Pause at the stone tower in the foothills Why should we hide from anyone? Held you in my arms for the first time that day Felt like God's anointed when
