All of my trains they all roll on by burried again, I remember who I am Well I woke outside to threes a crowd the summer was festering down blood inside
I loved a girl once And she was very young Everyday I wonder What I could've done Now she's sitting somewhere Where the walls are all white Losing herself
I see blood on the horizon The moon is half from full City lights are lighting up and you're late coming home from school And I'm the fool for loving
Junebug, I remember everything. The blue carpeted floors, the tall wooden doors, I held you in my arms. Junebug, I'd burn down a picture of a house, say
i was destined for greatness it's what my mother once told me but now that i'm older the future don't see the way she sees whiskey and the blues tissues
There's a place inside each tear, that you'd shed for me in fear of my knowing all the darkness that you sang to every night. Your pale white, it's dressed
Sugar on the highway, something 'bout he way she moved made it worth my staying there. I might have been a bit abused. Man she was a sweet machine. Coffee
Desert, mountains, life. We drove out where the winds blew. For what we did those nights, we'd lose what was inside you. I took my parents' car, and you
You said you want to be outside and you want to feel alive I said I didn't want to move I just wanted to survive So I sit here waiting for the sun to
I woke in the nighttime, But you awoke first You got up and got out from a love that had been cursed And I got a boy, he don't see much at all, So we
I, I'm a good hearted man And you, you're a sad, sad girl And together, we are free But without you, I can't see So one day, let me home Back to you
I still think 'bout the days driving around with nothing to do but find all the things we never found you were so pretty and we were so young windows
When you?re lost, in an old part of town, got no friends to carry you around, I can here you calling, in the dead of the night, behind a moon bounce,
Mescaline in the sun you try so hard to find someone i used to be a hero blood on my saddle fighting every battle i used to be alone you shoot up then
Honey, I know I?m moving too fast, walking over water, walking over stained glass. Little white sparrows overhead. Fast as they fly away from here, baby
I climbed down a mountain in my dreams a long time ago. And I will tell you a little story, in a voice, so unkind. I can?t lay in your arms, I can?t
I heard you knocking at my back door You said your family?s gone And you can?t help me anymore I heard you knocking, I heard you say It?s not funny that
Filed down coffins in the neighbourhood. A spanish girl walking by the cemetery wood. Five in the pan, we do what we can though it ain't right. A fat