she held patience in her stance
throwing me inside her glance
pink and red upon her lips
through her cheeks and finger tips
he made bows from his ties
pulling humor from his lies
ain't no song he had to write
them tobacco lines will keep my time
lynn don't worry we'll all be fine
with vagabonds my feet are stuck
a nag, a hawk, i can settle for a duck
i'm running down old shell shops
hermits, stars, how the sun drops
cigarettes to chase the rum
she was ravaged underneath the folds
of the fairy tale that you oversold
she heard fiction falling from her lips
to slow the course of grown man's ships
she's been placed inside a vicious game
where all her feelings turn to shame
he can't sleep anymore with his back to the...
i've been used too many times
to put them all back into rhyme
i've felt the smoke in my eyes
could it be just my disguise?
oh, i've complained enough for two
i think it's time i make myself new
i've felt heartache but for god's sake
i was breaking off ties
she had thrown off lines
you were the best damn thing i could ever find
i was stoned
like a joker on the
fourth of july
and the men stand tall
with...
you took cover underneath my coat
as your eyes grew thin with the cigarette smoke
heals caught between the pavement lines
and the growing wreck of the neon signs
braced for war you push through the door
eyes stained with tears, you collapse to the floor
our paper dolls go up...
so i blew off my old love
racing down 81
fighting off lee
for the carolina sun
and my heart didn't break
like she always said it should
it just found a new lover
in the albemarle...
skyline it breaks
on my heart again
moon gone and shake
up you're mine again
madeline heavy
on the soul, my friend
the evening it stings
got my tab at the end