Bobby Long

well the radio was blasting another day old tune my mother left me for a war, for an old dragoon the streets

sleeping through the daytime like a child up right through the night time running wild thinking I will never

your coarse bloody veins, are eating away, they're killing me and now if she stays, I'm running away,

I walked home empty with a sultry dream I tossed a coin onto the icy pond I tripped and fell upon the icy

Now I will run you like a threat Because my wounded eyes will see again, Make peace with the sky its rain

I lost my British soul Pulling out the corpse Sheltering in the trenches again Crying for remorse

smoke's flowing from the musty pit, with the breakers low and swelling coming from the orchard,

devil moon, shows its face too soon at a hopeless time fast old road, shut down in the winter cold at a quiet

Heaven is a place where people die pretty Skies don't lie and there's cash in the kitty Running from

I see papers and papers Stacked up in formation Which mean much before They're lining in the

There's nothing in the bird that makes it sing There's nothing in the sun who give it light

you're too young to know any way out and you were drinking long before anyone had time to show no one

And the night it rests like a hammer blow And breaks the morning it brings The mad men are down on the crypt

wait for time to turn or you calling my name again same talk with the same loose friends about calling you

Now go to sleep close your eyes, until the world doesn't turn I'll be here right by your side,