Four
stone people in the rain They head out west where the stories are laden The driver poured his life down a drain somewhere The others were making the same journey The milkstars between the rainclouds A conscience collected- Feels a little warmer The torch songs on the radio Made the rain dance with the windshield wipers Here son you're all naked suns This'll make you weep and then you're gone You'll find me out on the blind man's bend The mission bells keep a ringing The distant swirl of a playground rhyming There's always something pulls you from the brink man Over broken glass to your breakfast table Here son- Sun bakes the sand And rocks of all ages strewn toward a heaven You'll find me out on the blind man's bend Ooohh Drive to the coast- Uncover ghosts dreaming for you Baby baby baby it's a you- Drives me here Out here love- Where the souls laid bare And on any other day man You'd rock my soul in the bosom of abraham Bullet hail on the window pane And there's no name for this kind of lonesome Here son- We're all naked suns This'll make you weep and then you're gone You'll find me way out on the blind man's bend Near here- The sun bakes the sand |
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