Crooked Muse Lyrics

February comes along again Now we are rust coloured stones And I traded all my thoughts in For an hour of sleep in the snow And I dreamed up this old western sky That follow...Read Full Lyrics

Summer days were just a magazine A magazine A magazine Cutting grass for gasoline For gasoline So I can see you soon Fall swooned Left me drunk in a field Dandelion win...Read Full Lyrics

Maria’s on the hill She was all “side of her eyes” A five-dollar wine as a blanket inside Lay up the pages on a traveling bed Watch the Blood of Christ Mountains, oh they...Read Full Lyrics

All the tables nice and clean Evelyn’s asleep On the grave yard shift again Selling gasoline And there's kids smoking on south first See high school was just a blur, to he...Read Full Lyrics

New York now was nothing but an ice-capade A cigarette, a fire-escape Walked this line With dust in our pockets for the Bedford station line to take us Crazy The drunkard ...Read Full Lyrics

Lord, I'm goin' My bags are packed, my feet are on the floor Lord, I'm goin' My bags are packed, my feet are on the floor I'm going looking for my Georgia road She's got me ...Read Full Lyrics

On a long road We are just trees Wave in the windstorm We are slow wheels We are potholes And it passes Just like lightning And it's over We remember nothing Bury me in ...Read Full Lyrics

Wake up, it's morning Wake up, my darling Wake up and see for yourself You were woven in patchwork Clouded and hazed In your past like a lover can be Honey, it's alright ...Read Full Lyrics

Down in the bardo There was nothing to hold so we let it go We were empty, we were hollow Shined with everything we were living for And you see your soul Like some picture s...Read Full Lyrics

This house She’s holding secrets I got my change behind the bed In a coffee can I throw my nickels in Just in case I have to leave And I will go if you ask me to I wil...Read Full Lyrics