What brought me in here? In the morning My heart looked bent please Don't tell my parents My friend says you dont wanna Know who you are When it comes down to it i got an
Uncle, knocked out A bear with a frying pan His wife is his best friend
Nobody ever sees him Except in september For one weekend That's how it's done
In the Pocono mountains In the sixties. Fathers in station wagons Cut the corners hard Past broken firs long before Burned stark. And the only Shapes moving were The ghostly forms of cattle Walking in the dark
One whole family used to Sleep upon this floor from the Kitchen to the door
Elvis never gave an encore Greater than my love Gone out the door Is the love that I've ignored
