C
I am not held or bound to any woman
but i'm heavy in my feet from walking miles- to you
you in the kitchen, baking cookies for the lonely
what can i say but i could walk for you

F                                        G                                      C
i'm in the car passing lovers holding out on conversation
F                                                          D                                             G
buried to my lips in scraps of papers left from poems meant for you
F                                                        D                                          G
freedom's just another word for caging up the child of expectation
G             F                  Em                                 Dm                    C
lady just relax the angry birds and pigs will never come for you

you are not bound or even held to any action
though i think of things from time to time and smile on you
you on the ground a briefly fallen constellation
and a compass to the spring of which i sing to you.

im in the car passing lovers holding out on conversation
buried to my lips in scraps of papers left from poems meant for you
freedom's just another word for caging up the child of expectation
lady just relax the angrybirds and pigs will never come for you

don't go i'm with you now
theres a city inside you

broken my fingers are strange
little streets need a light

feeling out of time feeling out of time
feeling out of time

body's cold river shocking nerves
playing out on the spine

heavens in town heavens in town
heaven out of style

meaningless masters of the fog
blending in with light


stones crack under your feet
theres a killing on the highway

suckled on the fruit of the earth
spreading hairs on your neck

feeding on our time feeding on our time
feeding on our time

weddings cold river shocking nerves
jumping over the line

heavens in tow heavens in town
devils just a style

meaningless masters of the fog blending
in with the light

G               Bm
all around this town
F#m                 Am
fires in the trashcans
C                      G
yesterday a carnival
Bm                         Am
gates came crashing down
C                               Bm
all they left was peanut shells
D                              Am  C
and posters on the ground

G                    F#
crackling in the air
F#
pink and smoky memories
C                            G
a rainbow in the puddle
Bm                                  Am
from oils that broke the seal
C                                    Bm
a toy was left, discarded there
D                       Am (C)
ragged from our heals

C  C0            Am F#M      Am F#m
I'll pray for your life
                  D DmM7
Pray four your life

Back from the other hills
you can see the fairgrounds
can you see the ticket booth
the ruts are in the ground
can you see the candy shop
the ruts are in the ground

yesterday was great
everything was positive
not a lot has changed today
they tore the big lights down
all thats left is silence now
and posters on the ground

i'll pray for your life

BELLIES HITTING WATER

when i last saw the ark it was sinking
all the animals pushing for spots far from waves
it was the sound of their bodies
and the bellies hitting water
or the grunts and the groaning they'd never be saved

from our boat as the vessel slipped further
we were huddled there silent with the moon and the foam
and we could have sat closer
there was no point in talking
it was all a mistake now we carry the load

in the morning the surf brought the bodies
you were laying there sleeping by the window in sun
and i thought of you naked
as i touched your gold body
i will love you till worms eat the eyes from my skull

on my death bed i saw you were crying
i remember escaping the sinking alone
and i pulled up the roots
that had spread though your garden
i will love you til worms eat the eyes from skull

deadly this love can be deadly
so beautifully lovely this dead love can be
and this could have been heaven
or it could have been hell
i will love you til worms eat the eyes from our skull

girl from savannah

yes i could see myself dead with a girl from savannah
life's a horrible thing to ignore
and a beautiful girl doesn't need to
imply such a dying

when the phone rang
she had heard that an edge caught the neighbors
they had been in a kiss for 50 years
now with one of them dead
at the funeral was god and the other

i'm not always sure if the centers are cut by the meanings
but the meanings they changed anyway
and a leaf hits the ground
as the wind kicks it 'round
and it meant something, i forget now.

girl from savannah this page of the map is now wet

sometime in winter i'll drink from a glass of red wine
and remember a girl left in stone
she told me to watch by myself
what she thought were great movies

i did not know what i'd gotten myself into then
but i'm glad that it's done now then sooner
and if i turned around
it was only because i'd forgotten

oh lonely girl, lonely girl
lonely girl do not waiver
your words in the dark are the lights
and the sky could not hold
what you took from the lips of another

oh lonely girl, lonely girl lonely: trust in yourself.
because no man can stay in your womb
and the lights that we chase
like the bugs near your door
can just all be forgotten next morning

yes i can see myself dead with a girl from savannah
who's mothers a stranger to her
who's climbing the stairs
who's avoiding the stares
and who's wishing for winter to come.

girl from savannah this page of the map is now bent