Oh, Camille

(álbum: Young, Guitar Days - 2001)

Burning candles, watching shadows
Long hours melt away in spider town
Sultry ev'nings, whispering windows
I sit and listen to the rain come down

Oh, Camille, read all about it in my letter
Oh, Camille...

Howling wolves out chasing deer make
Dark, ugly pictures for my soul to see
Pale pianos leave me wond'ring
"How go these nights of yours in Italy?"

Oh, Camille, read all about it in my letter
Oh, Camille...

Took a walk down flights of stairs, I
Went out to wander where the rain has been
Saw a madman preaching tombstones
I'm feeling better 'bout the shape I'm in

Oh, Camille, read all about it in my letter
Oh, Camille...

Ain't got no jokes to tell
Just lotsa books to read
Wild hearts an' traffic sounds
All pounding ev'rywhere
It's electricity
It's flowing into me
I am at home in here
These blues are right for me