Three streets off the grid, we were barely kids But we were old enough to drink in Louisiana We listened to ‘The King Must Die’, ‘On the Willows’ drank the wine We could afford from the work study manna
Were were young but not that young To be cutting our fingers and mixing our blood Climbing the fence of the St. Louis cemetery We caught on my heart’s desire Big as the 1788 fire Put on little quennie and bring me another whiskey
Elizabeth, the last I heard, you’re in Savannah You got married after art school happily I didn’t want to look you up, I’m pretty sure it’s just enough That I remember you fondly
I didn’t have a car, but I did have a guitar And I played to my advantage when you let me I only stayed 2 years, but it still appears After all of this time the memories still get me
I was young but not that young To be tied in a knot that was coming undone The spooks and haunts that vexed me veiled my eyes It was always dark back then It was always 3 am I shake my head to think I made it out alive
Out at night under the lights Some band is singing a memory Everybody hits record to play it back over time
But when I look back on our dance I only wanna hear that music once And remember it forever in my mindTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
