I'm trying to tell you something bout my life Maybe give me insight between black and white And the best thing you've ever done for me Is to help me
I pulled out with the mountain laurel blooming On a dirt road that is soon to be paved Down to the site of my original establishment And the west end
Galileo's head was on the block The crime was looking up the truth And as the bombshells of my daily fears explode I try to trace them to my youth And
There's a letter on the desktop that I dug out of a drawer The last truce we ever came to from our adolescent war And I start to feel the fever of the
I'm gonna clear my head I'm gonna drink that sun The saddest sight my eyes can see Is that big ball of orange sinking slyly down the trees Sitting in
Through the dustbowl through the debt Grandma was a suffragette Blacklisted for her publication Blacklisted for my generation Go, go, go Raise your
Pain from pearls, hey little girl How much have you grown? Pain from pearls, hey little girl Flowers for the ones you've known Are you on fire from
sit up in the house and resist And not be seen until I cease to exist A kind of conscientious objection a kind of dodging the draft Boy and girl are
Jet fuel and traffic lines Pulling up to the delta signs Distant shape of my hometown Black stain where the wheels touch down I pick up the morning
Now the parking lot is empty Everyone's gone someplace I pick you up and in the trunk I've packed A cooler and a two-day suitcase Cause there's a place
I had guards like watchdogs, dogs in a manger I could feel the protection, possession and anger I drove out of there with no one behind me Feeling funny
My friends they wash the windows they shine in the sun They tell me wake up early in the morning sometimes see what a beautiful job we've done I said
I come to you with strange fire, I make an offering of love The incense of my soul is burned by the fire in my blood I come with a softer answer to the
again Cause there's more than one kind of criminal white collar (Chorus) One day the war will stop And we'll grow a peaceful crop And a girl can get
(Dedicated to the memory of a great poet, Frank Stanford) Three hits to the heart son and it's poetry in motion One could send you down the river three
as the crow flies get used to a country mile When you're learning to face the path at your pace every choice is worth your while And there's always retrospect
Now the parking lot is empty Everyone's gone someplace I pick you up and in the trunk I've packed A cooler and a two day suitcase 'Cause there's a place
I'm trying to tell you somethin' about my life Maybe give me insight between black and white And the best thing you've ever done for me Is to help me
