the winter here is a week one, even it don't like to hang out here to long just rolls into town and clocks in and sleeps until all the leaves are gone the sunlight is strategizing, trying to skip right over town the humidity's the only thing to gladly stick around all the rest of us are stuck here for reasons we cannot explain everybody here's a stranger we just know each others names all our sunrise reverends are sunset sinners too we'll be better by our criminals than we will be by you
so when you're crossing this city this city will cross you draw a line through your name I've got a line through mine
round about last call on dauphin street theres a short parade that scatters from the bars a bunch of pretty girls with blistered feet that dig for their keys and try to find their cars in those high heeled shoes that they should've know better than to ever wear they do a compact mirror makeup check and they exercise that stare they're gonna use to turn somebody's head paint another color on their blues me I'm keeping my eyes peeled for one in sensible shoes how i hope you find me i hope you do it soon it don't feel like you're trying but darlin if you do
when you're crossing this city this city will cross you draw a line through your name I've got a line through mine
this place is beautiful the way it mystifies its bad just like if Norman Rockwell painted a methamphetamine lab all our consciences are busted they're off doing their own thing they'd rather make their living some place else by any other means they say everyone who's climbed on top this city's soapbox has leaped from it to their death son of this i am sure I'm no exception
when you're crossing this city this city will cross you draw a line through your name I've got a line through mineTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
