Hey, Joe, where're you goin' with that money in your hand? Hey, Joe, where're you goin' with that money in your hand? "I'm gonna find my woman, she's runnin' 'round with some other man" "I'm gonna go down town, gonna buy me a blue steel 44 I'm gonna go down town, gonna buy me a blue steel 44, babe When I find my woman, she's not gonna run any more" Mmm, hey, Joe, I hear you shot your woman dead Hey, Joe, I hear you've shot your woman dead "Yes, I did, you know, I found them both in the same damn bed" Hey, Joe, where're you gonna go? Ah, hey, Joe, where're you gonna go? "I guess I'll go to my favorite Mexico I guess I'll go down where a man can be free Yes, I guess I'll go down where a man can be free Ain't no damned old hangman gonna put a noose around me, babe" Hey, Joe, where're you goin' with that money in your hand? Hey, Joe, where're you goin' with all of that cash?

Where you gonna run Where you gonna hide Who you tryin to see What you tryin to find We're all in this race Everybody trying to keep a pace Can't get away No no, there is no escape The world is faced with problems And many illusions Love is the man overstanding It's the only solution People walking around in disguise Try to tell me what they're trying to hide 'Cause what you're looking for It stay here with you all the time The world is faced with problems And many illusions Love is the man overstanding It's the only solution

Well, Grace she's gone, she's a half-written poem She went out for cigarettes and never came home And I swallowed the sun and screamed and wailed Straight down to the dirt so I could find her trail Spread out across the Great Divide Well, I just came to talk, Saint Valentine I never pictured you living here with the rats and the vines Ain't that my old heart hanging out on your lines You're all fucked up, Saint Valentine Now I circle the bars on the promenade While the girls in the glass, they're just throwing me shade And I'm saving my coins up for Jingling Jane She's out plucking strings in the pouring rain See I'm all crooked feet, Saint Valentine I've circled this map till it caught on fire Now Grace she's left you just skin and bone Well, you hang up your hat, but you can't call it home You've tried and you've tried, but you can't call it home You're the loneliest one, Saint Valentine You're the loneliest one, Saint Valentine You're all fucked up, Saint Valentine

Pictures watch from the sidewalk past Poems go flying in the tracks All we ever got left is a pile of things I visit you with nothing burning Hidden heart, stomach churning Circled in the words like the vultures Your mouth becomes a dictionary Words without a holy theory You're the only one on the page Look it up to find my heart Tear that old shit apart Till you find the words to sum me up I don't need no alibis You sit me down here and you cry The music man sings his mystery songs He tries to put his finger on There's things unfelt that he's always longed to feel The things we all are destined to loose While I seek out that crooked muse You stole my heart and filled it up with blues I've been waiting for you and me to watch this world from a windows seat Look down there, all them tiny creatures running crazy And I've been here on this precipice And I picked apart anything I bring So we can toss our suitcase into the wind at last We've all the merry things we needed It's time like this we remember to believe Let it roll, let it ride, let it ride on me Lay me down here in your field They know just, what they steal

Summer days were just a magazine A magazine A magazine Cutting grass for gasoline For gasoline So I can see you soon Fall swooned Left me drunk in a field Dandelion wine for a year And I packed up the dust Of all that I owned Handkerchief hung from a pole I rolled out the day that the apples fell

Slept high up in the Rockies Set my clock for Californ-i-ey-aye And I dreamed up somethin' special to give that ocean Man, she cuffs me anyway So I'm banking on Virginia To keep me calm and clear and straight Just like clock work seems to tell us With every passing storm there's just a harder hail So light my way, Virginia May I can't sit still, just pace across this hallway We spent all this time Just trading crimes While the tune-smith packed a lunch He's headed down the coastline There's a loneliness thats blowin' Well I heard it from the radio man He's been locked up in the belfry Listening close to a string upon a can Me, I'm sailin' on to that savior She's a pilgrim living on the modern time And ever since I found her magic Now every car or cloud that passes is a sign Light my way, Virginia May I can't sit still just pace across this hallway We spent all this time Just trading crimes And I'm saving all my sleep for another life I'm saving all my sleep for another life And I'm saving all my sleep for another life

I woke you up with poetry and stones The ragged and the bones Strewn around the room I recall another hazy May Take a round in the ring Gone hungry for the win Heres the part I just lose everything I cracked a spark just to hear you sing Sing I took it out The papers and the trash Old among the cans This golden love gone bad Shined it up Aiming at the sun Just a light year from us Hop a cab ride and we're off And all the ravens came along to play The simple notes you sang just went astray Everything was up, its coming down Everything was up, its coming down Coming down

The night fell with bicycle bells, the dark had wooden teeth Oh we broke on up to hill country, the air was thin and sweet Lord, the air was thin and sweet She held onto my coat that night, like a kid lost in her sleeves Oh we warmed the ground, we hushed our sound We slept on walking feet Lord, we slept on walking feet Oh Darlin, pardon me Can you help me remember When we were all flying free We were dust from our bodies And we were flicker and flame, yeah we burned till the morning Darlin, pardon me Off in the night, you can hear 'em bright, The Sirens of the Sea Oh and city birds and alley girls, they all just sing for free Oh they all just sing for free Oh Darlin, pardon me But do I look familiar When we were just larkspur and leaves We were strung through the tether And we were all silver and stone We were the lust of the miners Darlin, pardon me That sky glowed all calico like phosphor in the sea To the ground we fall, she owns us all Kings and boys and beast Kings and boys and beast Oh Darlin, pardon me But do I look familiar When we were just flying free And we burned from a freight train And we were some flicker of truth in the smile of a salesman And we were all buried jewels 'neath the grass in the suburbs And we were all living proof Oh Darlin, pardon me