A cherry bomb, you are a mystery Exploded, sparkling quiet nights My teenage heart packed all my misery, baby To fingertips that might ignite And all
Goodbye circus wheel May you rest along the sea I have given you the fire of my youth And the triumph o're my enemies Goodbye fair weather home, and
We are the boys from Little Eden We are the hardest Saturday nights Drank from the fountains of the fireworks Sweat and bone for a better life We like
My queen of the Bronx Blue eyes and spitfire I saw you walking back and forth About another boy Thinking that you may want to leave So give me the fevers
The cool is dead, baby Go on and sleep Rest your weary head and love a better me And in the morning We'll start over again That's how they do it up on
It took so long to get me back on my feet It takes so long to find the words and the beat And Charlie's waiting on the end of the phone To hear you call
Now the lights go low on the avenue And the cars pass by in the rain University boys and the girls fill the bars While I'm just waiting for the light
You can tell Gayle, if she calls, that I'm famous now for all of these rock and roll songs. And even if that's a lie, she should've given me a try. When
In the backseats of burned out cars. In the disenchantment lane. The ideal angels twist and turn, ask forgiveness for future mistakes. But you and I we
(Originally by Robert Bradley's Blackwater Surprise) Once upon a time, when I was in high school I was in love with you, lady and you treated me so cool
See I've been here for 28 years. Pounding sweat beneath these wheels. We tattooed lines beneath our skin. No surrender, my Bobby Jean. [2x] We've been
Got your pride and your prose Tucked just like a Tommy gun Somewhere in the smoke Just in case you need it I know you got your pride and your prose Tucked
Well, I wonder which song they're gonna play when we go. I hope it's something quiet and minor and peaceful and slow. when we float out into the ether
So the ambulances came They took your pulse and packed up your things And the papers read Some boys forget what the heart it brings And the pounding in
Did you grow up lonesome and one of a kind? Were your records all you had to pass the time? Or maybe you were taken by the mysteries of New Orleans? Or
Not tonight, not tonight Honey I, am on fire I can't feel a single thing but the weight of the wires Cracking electric line Remember baby we were a stone
[Traditional folk song, cover of a Johnny Cash version] You can run on for a long time Run on for a long time Run on for a long time Sooner or later
If I could write, I'd tell you how much I miss these nights. Where we dig around the bones, try to find peace and patches for the holes. I lit a cigarette