Birds Fly South

Birds fly south; this country electric band gathers dust. If I must, I must, but it's a hell of a way to get lost in sunshine. All country electric - those folk grow old. I know, I know, it's a hell of a way to let go of miles to go. Retiring the cold jokes & crooked smiles: if I want you, you're mine. Retiring the old joke & crooked spine… if I want you, you're mine? You know how this fits… you've worn it to bits. In light of the season, the nights & the treason. All eyes are my eyes & nothing escapes me. Beyond the sea waits the devil. Beyond the devil waits the sea. Nothing that happens ever escapes me. So long, farewell, good-bye forever - I promised this season I'd never forget her. Why did I choose to surrender the place beyond the sea where the devil waits for me? All eyes are my eyes. All words aren't free. Were we wrong for fearing old haunts that roam? I don’t care if you don’t mind it’s all a waste of time ‘cause death is home… death is home! So I spilled my guts, I puked the night, I found you out. I don’t care if you don’t mind it’s all a waste of time ‘cause death is home… death is home! I’m so tired, wrapped up in desires… it’s a long, long way to go when you're traveling slow. I'm so wired… cut up, listening to liars. It’s a long, long way to go when you're traveling slow. & I’m home. Haunted by ghosts. Making the most of a bad set of hosts. & I’m old. Waiting for ghosts. Making the most. I don’t care who haunts this air; I’d rather sleep alone when death comes home. I can't see the forest from the trees & everywhere I look is at the bottom of the sea. It's a great big height; it's a great big fall. It's a great big mouth at the middle of the world. No more white robes. No more thin air. No more pleasant fictions. No more I don't care. No more dirty worries. No more life is good. No more sins of sorrow. No more dirty truths. I can't see the forest from the trees & everywhere I look is at the bottom of the sea. It's a great big height; it's a great big fall. It's a great big mouth at the middle of the world. When I was young I looked to the future. Everything else was just a house on fire. Now everybody knows which way the winds blow. Does anybody know which way they die? How long were the summers? How deep was the cut? Just how wild is the river? I've only seen it from above. Now I'm old & I feel like the winter: Colder than the city at night. Everything I touch is a room on fire… even Midas never had such luck. When I was young I held to my mother. Everyone else was just a house on fire. Well, just because you think it's over - does anybody know how hard I tried? Does anybody know how hard I tried? I know this is wrong… I know you couldn't wait to find out. I know the floods are coming. I know the tide is wild. I've got a secret; I've got a plan. I've got the whole twisted mess in the palm of my hand. Didn't the city crumble? Didn't they find their ruin? Didn't the stars conspire to keep us in a room? I've got a secret. I've got a plan. I've got the whole damn world eating from my hand. All the way I'm waiting to fly. Take a stand as I stumble to the ground. Bad luck stay away! Bad luck stay away! Bored, waiting for the rain. Beauty always cost me pain. Too late to Scream about it now - the neighbors never hear a sound… on sound, waiting to fly. Tried to stand, stumbled to the ground. Bad luck stay, bad luck stay, bad luck stay away!!!!!!!!!!!!