Halfway to Crazy
And I'd ride the Silver Eagle to the last town on the line,
Railroad ties are not my friend the only ties that bind.
Just watch the troubled countryside gently fall away,
Silver Eagle, hold me, guide me, roll me homeward from today.
Lose the track of time and let it flow back,
Stoke the ancient furnace into flames.
Running barefoot in the cinders of the moat pack
Hoppin' bedtime rides with the outlaw Jesse James.
But now my heart's a worn and weary vessel.
I been haulin' dreams that never seem to last.
Once
For What Reason
This won't be the last you'll hear from me: it's just the start.
I hope that he keeps you up for weeks like you did to me.
I will hold a candle up to you to singe your skin.
Brace yourself: I'm bent with bitterness. I can't forsee.
When your apologies fail to ring true,
(you're) so slick with that sarcastic slew
of phrases like "i thought you knew"
while keeping me in hot pursuit.
Tracing the plot finds
skin touching skin
(absence follows).
In the end, I win every time as ink remains.
Sour tastes prevail as you play back the tape machine.
When your apologies fail to ring true,
(you're) so slick with that sarcastic slew
of phrases like "i thought you knew"
while keeping me in such hot pursuit.
Tracing the plot finds
skin touching skin
(absence follows).