He prayed for smoke
She wouldn't.
He ate the sun.
She didn't.He sent love notes, and since the beginning on a
Charcoal moon tear red face night
A charcoal moon tear red face night
He told her it would be all right
But he was a stranger,
And he always would be.
The future was a desert spiked with pain and vermouth
Rolling his eyes, and stirrin' drinks with the truth..
And he was
Sick of walkin'
Limpin', not stalkin'.
His lips ain't movin but he's still talkin', sayin'
Show me the sights I never saw here before you, and
Let's find the cheapest beer around, yeah,
And a jukebox that spits memories, and we can
Sail by the town --
It might be my heart, but it's your town.
Aw, it's your town.
[harder and faster]
Well, now he prayed for smoke
And she wouldn't.
Heeeee ate the sun --
And she wouldn't (first is didn't; sorry)
He sent love notes, and since the beginning on a
Charcoal moon tear red face night
A charcoal moon tear red face night
He told her it would be all right --
But he was a stranger and he ALWAYS would be
The future was a desert
The future was a desert
The future was a desert
The future was a desert
The future was a desert spiked with pain and vermouth
Rollllin his eyes, and stirrin drinks with the truth
And he was
Sick of walkin
Limpin, not stalkin
He's in for a ride,
His lip
(erk) His lips ain't movin, but
He's still alive and singin'
Show me the sights I never saw here before you, and
Let's find the cheapest beer around, yeah
With a jukebox that spits memories, we can
Sail by the town, it might be...
My heart, but it's your town....
Aw, it's your town
[repeat chorus and fade]
-Rich Kurshner, aka TBone
_Your_Town_
