That's no way to live
All tangled up like balls of string
And we woke at dawn
And watched the sun glide over the hill
I just said the first
Three words that popped into my head
Let me off the bus, I'm tired and sore
And should probably change clothes
And the circuits are blown, my woman is cold
Our children are stoned and worthless
They're all waiting for you to tell them the truth
But truth is a line that you'll never use
And her dignity shone so bright
Like a light on a hill
And she burned for me
And no other man came near her flame
And bad country songs
The deafening twang of the rich-white-kid blues
You can own the stage
But the lights and glares will not make you real
She whispers to me, I was meant to be free
This lie that we've built is deadly
She crawls from my bed, runs a comb 'cross her head
She crawls to the train and drives herself home
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