Tarnation

There's a place where I know, We can walk in the flowers and weeds where they grow. But, I left you back there looking far off with the sun on your hair. By some strange design I feign to believe that this image was mine. The shape of your hand in a

A southern breeze and this road I'm on, I wonder if I'll see the end. The city of my sleep where angels dream, Wrapped up closely to the dawn. Follow time, like a ghost, Follow time, like a ghost, I long to wander. I fell into an angel's dream, I thi

Is She Lonesome Now - Tarnation Is she lonesome now ? Is she all alone ? I wonder where that good gal's gone ? Hear the whistle blow hear the tracks moan I hear the train coming home Lonesome is the name of the north bound train The hills are green s

Down the road sits the Big O Motel, Where people tell lies in their own private cell. With cast down eyes and a packaged surprise, At the Big O Motel, on the vibrating bed, Cologne drenched curtains of velour red. In the smoky glass mirror I look at

You've heard these words because they're written on my face Like they were carved in stone that time cannot erase. What secrets lie behind an awful shade of blue ? In a place of reckoning I keep returning to. And we return back to the place where wor

Keep your arms open wide love, 'Cause I'm coming home, I don't know where I am but I don't care, 'Cause I know where I'm going. I'm going where the voices, In my head tell me to I'd walk a thousand crooked miles, To try to get back to you Chorus : We

I'm waiting, I wait, for the steps on the path, I'm waiting but steps never come The sun's burning still, And the plans that we made Have slowly faded away So long, good-bye, to that crazy moaning sky and I'll cast my heart down the well. The whole y

Is that all there is to a name, a lost and childish heart. There's nothing you give that's not dangerous or cold. Is that there is to a game, a game of broken hearts. There is no easy way to the lesson you must learn. It seems so easy for you to turn

In the muddy brown water where I wrote your name. Sadly it tells me that our luck has changed. When I met you halfway to a place we call madness, With a rock in my heart, I sank in despair. In the dusty playground where I first saw your face. Like a

Waiting for the sun to set in your eyes, Thinking that kind words are just a disguise. I wonder why you think that I should say good-bye when you know Two wrongs won't make things right. There was a time that I remember your happy smile, Was it last