Magicians from Baltimore

Call me when you get back to Baltimore
We'll talk of things new

It might seem things are fine
But trouble takes its own time
And sometimes people too

And we should take a long ride
You and I to Avalon
Take me somewhere new
And it could be such a long drive
You and I just babbling
Nothing else to do

Pick up my six string
Play a sorrow tune
I'll fix something to sing with you

I'm lost splitting nails
In the kitchen, she was holding you all alone
In the back's where they throw out the bones

And we should take a long drive
You and I to Avalon
Take me somewhere new
And it could be such long drive
You and I just babbling
And nothing else to do

Are you leaving?
Yes, you're leaving
Just for tonight, I'd like you standing by

I was a thief
I faked a call
Emptied a bar in Baltimore
Sat on the stairs where somebody swears
"Things will get better in Baltimore"

Where it gets hot on the magnolia
Where it gets hot on the magnolia

And how did it taste?
Crabs on paper
You just kept holding on Baltimore
Ate from a palm
Ate from the shore
But I just stopped growing in Baltimore

Where it gets hot on the magnolia
Where it gets hot on the magnolia
Where it gets hot on the magnolia
Where it gets hot on the magnolia

(There is a dream land many miles inside me)
And I go there when I can, many miles haunting me
(There is a dream land many miles inside me)
And I go there when I can, many miles haunting me
(There is a dream land many miles inside me)
And I go there when I can, many miles haunting me
(There is a dream land many miles inside me)
And I go there when I can, many miles haunting me