the night sits on us like a great black bird and somewhere out there the big cats are prowling and the women are out on the street ripe and sleek in dresses like gauze are you listening? we are ready, we are waiting waiting for you to come
there’s an old crone sitting in a rocking chair nursing a colt ’45 as she teases up her hair and her mouth’s like a door for the dead lipstick red and she grins without cause we’re not unhappy, we’re still unsure we’re moving moving out today moving on to a different place waiting for you to come
you can see ten miles along highway nine and you know you don’t wanna be a sad old guy like a mirror held up to turbulent times knowing your only crime was you were too scared to fight we’re not unhappy, we’re still unsure we’re moving moving out today moving on to a different place waiting for you to come