There’s a street sign that points one way
But I’ll know I’ll go the other
And the sun scrapes like a demon
But she wants to be a mother
And there’s a sho left on the bitumen
Left by some forgetful child
Who will walk around on the crooked earth
Dreamin’ for a while
Until those shadows stretch long
Draggin’ the day behind it like a stupid country song
Now the daylight is long gone
And the night time ain’t so nice
And if your told you so’s had come a day earlier
Well, then they could have been advice
But I hold on to her photo still
Like it could some how still lift me
Like the heat from her eyes burning
They could some how still shift me
But again I find myself nodding and singing along
Humming the tune to some stupid country song
There’s this clairvoyant on Montague street
Who only speaks of the past and its delights
And she points out what you coulda done
To make those things right
She claps her hands
And produces a puff of smoke
“Don’t worry about that,” she says
“I do it for a joke.”
Then she puts some old dusty record on
And starts to do the tango to a stupid country song
She looks around and asks me
“Do you want a drink?”
And I say that it’s kind of how I got here,
“So it’s better if I don’t, I think”
I leave through the back door
I head around the corner
And find the place the dead go
To escape the funeral mourners
There’s no security, the line’s not that long
And they’re all groovin’ to a stupid country song
They’re headbanging to Johnny Cash
They’re moshing to Kristofferson
I look over at one corpse, ask her
“Do you come here often?”
She leans over, whispers in my ear
Of the crooked earth and the worth
Of not worrying ‘bout the future
And not checking street names first
“Child, you knew the answer all along,
It was all tangled up in this stupid country song.”
I caught a train outta there
And moved a little further down the line
Past those faces I once knew
Who were tryin’ to pin me for a crime
It doesn’t bother me, I know the way
But not the street names
I’m seeing through the darkness
The half light, the flames
And up in the clouds is God’s face
Singing a stupid country song
And I spread my wings, raise my voice
And start to sing along
I drink the poison, dance the sunrise
And start to sing along
I burnt my ropes, forgot the key
And start to sing along
I find a highway, walk away
And start to sing along
To the rhythmic sound
Of that stupid country song