part this red river of pain
I don't necessarily buy any key to the future or happiness
But I need a little place in the sun sometimes
or I think I will die

Ain't no way to understand the stupid words of pride
It would take an acrobat, and I already tried all that so
I'm gonna let him fly
Things can move at such a pace
The second hand just waved goodbye
You know the light has left his face
But you can't recall just where or why
So there was really nothing to it
I just went and cut right through it
I said I'm gonna let him fly

There`s nothing here but a shadow nothin here
Now you know
Now you know
Now you know
Now you know
There's nothin here but the shadow
and now you know

But we were drinking scotch
Bartender turned on a movie
Everybody turned to watch
And every single eye was gleaming
As he reached the final scene
Well, at least mine did
Here's lookin' at you, kid

We were drinking like the Irish
But we were drinking scotch
Bartender turned on a movie
Everybody turned to watch
And every single eye was gleaming
As he reached the final scene
Well, at least mine did
Here's lookin' at you, kid

when you don't ask any more
You know you're coming to some kind of understanding
When every dream you've dreamed
has passed and you're still standing
Mama says god tends to every little skinny sheep
So count your ribs and say your prayers and get to sleep
Nothing is louder to god's ears than a poor mans sorrow
Daddy is poor today and he will be poor tomorrow

So silent and peaceful in the darkness where we fell
But we are not snakes and what's more
We never will be
And if we stay swimming here forever we will
Never be free

I bit one off and you came back again and again
Then the nice people let me out one day
And you told me how to act and
What to say
But you never get what you wanted that way

Who knew that sunshine don't hold up to dark
Whose businesses fail
Who sleep in the park
Lorraine who spoke of paintings in Paris
And outlandish things to her family just to scare us
whose heart went pokin' where it shouldn't ought
Whose mother could only sppit at the thought of
Lorraine, sweet Lorraine

she sees him laying in the bed alone tonight
the only thing a touching him is a crack of light
pieces of her hair are wrapped around and 'round his fingers
he reaches for her side for any sign of her that lingers
and she says you are not alone
laying in the light
put out the fire in your head
and lay with me tonight
one of them bullets went straight for the jugular vein
there were people running,