Cracked Windshield

(альбом: Heart Like A Levee - 2016)

Drifting down the line like the gospel ship
Magnolia ringing all the bells my head

I can feel October coming on the back-scratch wind
Red weather calling through the cracked windshield

Quite a few have fallen on the path back there
When their mamas come calling it's the saddest thing

Some are dead and buried
Some are never found
If you feel a storm coming, better shut your mouth

I was a dreamer, babe
When I set out on the road
But did I say that I could find my way home?
Cracked windshield light will you be the death of me?
Oh, burn it, babe just enough to see

I've been the king of Brixton and roamed the Bywater 'round
I was all the colors of the little river town

And the drums of the masses were like a funeral band
Then the Lion of Judah came and stole their flag

A song is just a feeling and when you make it pay the rent
Next thing that you know, you're saying something you'd never say

I was a dreamer, babe
When I set out on the road
But did I say I could find my way back home?
Cracked windshield light don't you take the best of me
Oh, burn it, babe just enough to see

Monday morning, early, getting the kids to school
I can fix this, babe I can fix this, babe

I can see the ghosts coming over the tidewater plains
I don't know if I'm running