I dreamed of my old lover last night I wondered if I spoke out loud And if by chance my husband overheard He'd put my face back in the crowd His eyes
I lost you, I lost you You slipped from your costume Like an actress in this tragedy You're just an apparition in this haunting mystery I fear that you
Down among the wines and spirits Where a man gets what he merits Once he was written in letters of nine feet tall And now he finds how far he's fallen
I sat in a motel room with the doctor Just before we were supposed to sing He said regarding this guardian wing This black and clipped misshapen thing
I'm cutting up her pure white dress That I dyed red, that I dyed red I'm putting scraps in cheap tin lockets What time erases and memory mocks I'll send
When I was away, I needed you so Now coming I'm home to stay I won't wake in the night and reach for you And turn on the light and to my dismay You're
Mistreat me darling, and I might just disappear Upon freighter running dark out of Algiers Put tiny grains in children tears While taking twenty five
Life isn't a game Won or tied, lost by either side Then some people's idea Of the straight and narrow Didn't appeal to me If you were my life's companion
She could be no good, I'm telling you Gather 'round boys for a tale that is tragic and true On the Mississippi riverboat, Magnolia No one onboard was
Last rays of sunlight die Full moon begins to rise Reflected in your eyes I can't believe that this is happening You make the motor in me Flutter and
Maybe we're nothing but skin and bone Blare and rubber, eyes that blubber Teeth that bite, hands that slide And I'm trying to do the best I can But I'
Are we rolling? One, two, one, two, three, four Here in my little spy movie With my garter and dagger And my gag and my cuff And my gunslinger swagger
Is this is not a pretty tale? Is this not a riddle? A bow shoots arrows through the air A bow drags notes from a fiddle But who is the beau of a young
They looked at her this way ever since she was a girl Mr. Feathers, Mr. Feathers The echo in every smile that would curl into a leer Oh my dear, Mr. Feathers
I met them first on their wedding night Faces were flushed by their pledges plight We passed in the hall and I met them well But as their carriage arrived
She handed me a mirror That she had gazed upon The glass still held an image The glass still held an image But it was of a man I turned from the reflection
Pardon me, madam, my name is Eve I think it's time for you to leave I don't believe that we have met That's one thing you would not forget In another
Day is dawning, almost sounded like a warning Wind was rushing through the trees almost roaring I never thought that I'd become The proud father of my