Now the parking lot is empty Everyone's gone someplace I pick you up and in the trunk I've packed A cooler and a two day suitcase 'Cause there's a place
I'm trying to tell you somethin' about my life Maybe give me insight between black and white And the best thing you've ever done for me Is to help me
Galileo's head was on the block The crime was looking up for truth And as the bombshells of my daily fears explode I try to trace them to my youth And
I pulled out with the mountain Laurel blooming On a dirt road that is soon to be paved Down to the site of my original establishment And the west end
I'm gonna clear my head I'm gonna drink that sun The saddest sight my eyes can see Is that big ball of orange sinkin' slyly down the trees Sittin' in
Through the dustbowl, through the debt Grandma was a suffragette Blacklisted for her publication Blacklisted for my generation Go go go Raise your hands
There's a letter on the desktop that I dug out of a drawer The last truce we ever came to from our adolescent war And I start to feel the fever from the
Pain from pearls, hey little girl How much have you grown? Pain from pearls, hey little girl Flowers for the ones you've known Are you on fire? From
I had guards like watchdogs Dogs in a manger I could feel the protection Possession and anger And I drove out of there With no one behind me Feelin' funny
My friends they wash the windows And they shine in the sun They tell me wake up early in the morning sometime See what a beautiful job we've done I say
I come to you with strange fire I make an offering of love The incense of my soul is burned By the fire in my blood I come with a softer answer To the
Jet fuel and traffic lines Pulling up to the delta signs Distant shape of my hometown Black stain where the wheels touch down I pick up the morning news
Thought I knew my mind like the back of my hand The gold and the rainbow, nothing panned out as I planned They say only milk and honey's gonna make your
in the house and resist And not be seen until I cease to exist A kind of conscientious objection A kind of dodging the draft The boy and girl are holding
Three hits to the heart son And it's poetry in motion One could send you down the river Three's a strange way to be delivered Would you trade your words
sense of it I'm in a hurry to get through it One day the war will stop And we'll grow a peaceful crop And a girl can get a wife And we can bring you
We'd like to know a little bit about your for our files We'd like to help you learn to help yourself Look around you, all you see are sympathetic eyes
Through the wind and the rain I hear my mother's cry She says, "I know my baby's out there Just couldn't bear to ask her why From my womb into the world