Goodnight, Irene

Darling it's so dark in this house Except for this light, my slow candle burning I know you're somewhere I always did feel it I got a new song You might never hear Goodnight Irene I got your trouble I read your letters You sent like a bomb And when you're gone We're all gonna miss you You're perfume like cigarettes and the sea My name that you always wore like grief Goodnight Irene I grew up kind of lonesome, the saint of the sinners The voice of the dogs, you find in the rain So I just keep working, I'll just keep driving Nobody writes the blues anymore Goodnight Irene I got your trouble and I read your letters You sent like a bomb And when you're gone We're all gonna miss you You're perfume like cigarettes and the sea My name that you always wore like grief And in my mind there is a dream where the telephone rang Just before the ring took a vow and bend in her hand In her closet where white dresses hang Where eyes declaring war, Goodnight Irene