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Wednesday, May 4, 2005
ive had this stuck in my head all day....
lonesome stranger wont u share my bed
the sidewalk siren at the bus stop said
love is a tear in a salty bay
and its hard to make it in this world today
love is a river but the river run dry
the clouds glow bitter in a bonyard sky
flash dries up and it burns away
u cant remember where ur heart once lay
and its hard to make it in this world today
danny don, hes a velvet hand
hes my silent partner, hes the inside man
holds me shakin thru the shotgun call
he keeps me walkin on this road at all
keeps me runnin when he calls my name
he shines the light but he kills the flame
stones me simple when i try to speak
bruise my face, but he kiss my cheek
and its hard to make it when u get this weak
one of these mornings gonna spread my wings
like a redbreast robin at the gates of spring
rise up singin on a cyclone wind
til the walls of this city come tumbling in
walls of this city come tumblin, rumblin,
round my head like an old man stumblin
i dont care if the mountains fall
theres a little blue walk in the middle of this all
and its hard to make it when u feel so small
bus pulled up and i climbed inside
i sat in the window and i waved goodbye
she stood staring at the blue machine
singin nobody knows the trouble i seen
nobody cares and nobody knows
only weeds remember where ur headstone grows
dust to ashes and wings to clay
and i check my wallet as we pulled away
cuz its hard to make it in this world today
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