a town of disrespect
the trains are wrecked
the night is younger than us
nowhere is anywhere else
you keep to yourself
stirring the dregs
where I have laid
the exit signs are flashing
dead ends, they won't
I pledged the rest
I should have guessed
your love was hangin by threads
tongues tied under the moon
my love is a room
of broken bottles and tangled webs
the miser's wind
their minds like clocks
that grind their gears
on and on
and if it's meant some accident
some coincidence
crumbs fall out of the sky
when you wander by
the dust clouds blow,
and nobody's home
Oh won't you lay my bags
upon the funeral fire
and sing it again
Oh won't you lay my bags
upon the funeral fire
and sing it again
