Thats no way to live,
All tangled up like balls of string.
And we woke at dawn,
And watched the sun glide over the hill.

I just said the first three words that popped into my head,
let me off the bus, I'm tired and sore and should probably change clothes.
The circuits are blown,
my woman is cold,
our children are stoned and worthless.
They're all waiting for you to tell them the truth,
the truth is a line that you'll never use.

Her dignity shown so brightly like a light on a hill,
and she burned for me and no other man came near her flame.
Bad country songs, the deafening twang of the rich white kid blues.
You can own the strange but the lights and glares will not make you real.

She whispers to me I was meant to be free,
this life that we built is deadly.
She crawls from my bed,
runs a comb cross her head.
She crawls to the train and drives herself home.