She sings of apple trees and blossoms And she called me from Dallas Love Field As the winter storm warning went on taunting me When we met we were two bright eyed alcoholics In the spring time of the year of our lord As we glanced the gilded edges of our identities
Whatever the way Of the lover's lot Black as the kettle's the hypocrite pot Often than more, more often than not
So come here baby In the dark and out Ridin' our bikes to the dive bar at the edge of town Was it some shrill and false persona That was leadin' me around? Well my right hand offended me But the left hand was waving free Till it knocked me out
Did it? Did it? Did it? Did it? Did it? Did it? Did it? Did it?
Crossed the street from the bar to the cathedral and we heard Vespers sung by the choir And in ghostly vestments we waltzed down the aisle
To be honest babe, I never saw you comin' no Though I did believe the world to be a starry dome Did it, did it, did it, I So maybe we take the longer way To a cosmic home, a place to stay Spinning lanterns in a field until the end of days
Whatever the way Of the lover's lot Black as the kettle's the hypocrite pot Often than more, more often than not
So come here baby In the darkening hour Ridin' our bikes to the dive bar at the edge of town Was it some shrill and false persona That was leadin' me around? Well my right hand offended me But the left hand was waving free Till it knocked me out
Did it? Did it? Did it? Did it? Did it? Did it? Did it? Did it?
Well my right hand offended me So I bent down on bended knee And I cut it off
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