Two flat tires on the Model T Two birds fighting for a bug Faded squares like snowy TV screens Where your photographs were hung
Keep Old Glory folded on a shelf In a cabinet full of guns Sell that engine block to someone else Maybe they can make it run
How'd that calf get out beyond the fence? How'd that hole get in your jeans? Movie show was once but twenty cents That mud there was once a stream
The moon is high, your nose is burnt Your dog is gone Your mouth is dry, the milk is turned But Barbara's home
Hand in hand you watch the sun go down Coloured lullaby of God Barbara wears her mother's old nightgown Sleeping with a nightlight on
White sheet blowing on a short clothesline New tree bending to the breeze This clock's beautiful but can't keep time What's that scar on both your knees?
The moon is high, your nose is burnt Your dog is gone Your mouth is dry, the milk is turned But Barbara's homeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
