It hurts, love hurts Words, there are no words I was sorry then, I'm sorry now I'm sorry that I let you down, I let you down I'm aflood with disaster
You took your brownie hawkeye And pointed it up at the sky You just let the shutter fly All of your friends still wonder why You were never good with
It was in your basement apartment With all of its earth and sea Making love on the carpet Under the light of the TV Outside the sour moon minstrels Shook
Dance, locust, dance The prophets shrug their shoulders as Calamity's child lost her head In the bell of the trumpet blast I know you just wanna be on
Well, I got your invitation But it never crossed my mind Your casual obliteration Would cross the line On a rainy day highway And the melancholy got
Honey, I don't know why I get so mean Honey, I don't know why I get so mean You never earned it, you don't deserve it Honey, I don't know why I get so
Lemon gin, corn fields plowed under Cigarettes, Southern Comfort With your friends behind the bleachers It's not this dance, he?s gonna be there In the
Waiting for the world to come home Everybody's gone, I'm here all alone Waiting for the world to come home Waiting for the world to come knocking on
I've been stunned by the clarity Of your peripheral vision Now I know it wasn't fair of me To always offer my opinion I guess I should learn that sooner
Drunk again, six p.m. Beautiful, ugly weekend Stayin' out and sleeping in Love it when my girlfriend Calls me a cock sucking fagot Writing rock ?n? roll
All the flowers fade And all the star?s pale As this bitter beauty Grabs you by the tail How long will you hesitate? Half way up the trail Yes, it's
We're the fugitives of American portions Caught on the sleeves, yesterday's conquered From the fresh cut grass out on the interstate Where the wheels
How can we leave at a time like this? You know the ocean where the sun comes up Is different than the ocean Where the sun goes down These are the days
So this is the day of the dead St. Jude and the Lady of Guadalupe The apples and oranges And silver coins for ghosts to gamble with Marigolds and candles
Lamps and kerosene, up in the north country The air is cool and the lakes are seething The sun sets, I cannot describe this feeling Followed you down
Your smoking gun was lying in my arms When you told me to keep it hid I thought it'd best if we just stay in But I must confess I did not confess We
You betray your heart When all your charm has faded You say it's not your fault That your privilege makes you hated And still you talk too loud Tryin
Lamps of kerosene Up in the north country Air is cool, and the lakes are seething The sun sets, I can not describe this feeling I followed you down I
