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I fell in love with a girl of nineteen
A black-haired girl I called Abilene
Young girl, where's your husband?
Sadly, she replied, I do not have one
Then it's you I'll marry with your parents' permission

No fine sir, they will not let me marry
For I am a young girl

Keeping you close, falling behind
I lost my voice, you lost your mind
You say you're not well, I say that you're fine
Walking with me through the aisles of a drugstore

If you return to me, oh, if you return to me

Your mother's a fake, a phantom who steals

Hey now put your best dress on
I'm tired of fighting
Let's take it out on the town,
do some old style dancing
We should just have a good time
We can stay out all night long
Hey now put your best dress on
Hey now put your best dress on

You'll be happy to know
The situation is worse
The endless bottles of pills
That never seem to work
Sleeping in his clothes
And still looking his best
He's so high in the tomb
You wouldn't know he's dead

I'd call you now to tell you I'm thinking of you
But it does me no good when the phone is just blocking my view
And I would sail back to you
And I would sail back to you

And I would come back and admit that it wasn't your fault
But I'm tired and unwilling to be the only one who was wrong
And I would sail back to you

I've seen you walk desert highways
Come on out, they're waiting for you
Mother lost her one and only
Fear the worst, for dead are many

Man, I had seen the ghost of David
In the house of his childhood
Forget him not, still he loves you

One day when I leave this behind
I will have no worry in mind

Let me begin
Let me begin
Let me enter in

When you are a part of the sky

There was a time
When we were golden
Like the sun
We were lights in the world
Then we strayed
Away from the garden
Oh, oh

Lincoln, here's a song for you
I've been twisting in the vapors and the fumes
There is nothing that I can say to you now
That you have not already heard

Lincoln, you cheated me again
From the highways, I had visions and the shakes
There is no one who can take me from this land

Falling to the ground,
I was anxious to be found
You can always go home
to the safety of your cloud

Don't let go
I need you to hang around
I am so broke

Out from my window across from the city
I have what's considered a good view
Two blocks from the subway, three from the fountain
Where I walk to break in new shoes

She stands on the sidewalk just waving at taxis
Like horses in parades in passing
I ask where she's headed she tells me,

I'll be right outside
Floating by like a paper kite
I'm caught up in your string
Lucky in enough to be in your tree

And you'll never float too long

The birds watch as I sing

I'll come down tomorrow morning
And meet you at our new location
In front of City Bookstore
Across the street from the railway station

She tells me how her night was spent
Nursing coffee and cigarettes
You waited til your husband left

Is he still coming around like an injured bird needing a nest?
A place to rest his head in a song you'll regret
Lord knows I don't want to compete
But I still sleep in the very sheets he's been in

Swallow him whole like a pill that makes you choke and stills your soul
You have the nerve to look me in the eyes and lie
Send him back

Tom and I out on the hillside
Waving at planes and pulling our wrists
No girl of mine is gonna see me cry
She'd be better off seeing me dead
Tom and I cover our eyes and decide
To make our way out on the next passing bird
I found my solace in a plateau of nothingness
Floating like grass, indecisive

You believe in flying saucers, aliens, and purple monsters
And somehow I think you're the only one
You're saying to me, "I'll never believe this
Just last night I spoke with Elvis
And we went out on a shopping spree."

And you, you're the crazy one
And you, you're just having fun

With both eyes closed
I blew out his window
A cheap shot i know but
But someone had to do it

It isn't like ,he deserves it
That's easy for you to say
He's not your kind

When I left you alone to fight your battles
Of long winters in motels, what went through your mind?
How is it that you made it? How is it that you noticed?
It wasn't me who was looking at you
Through foggy glass or windows... it was them

I was out in Coolidge with my head on a counter
Drinking down my chances to ever return to anyone

You could mess up my life in a poem
Have me divorced by the time of the chorus
Theres no need to change any sentence
When you always decide where I go next

Many nights you would hide from the audience
When they were not in tune with your progress
In the end you are like the journalist