Now they're makin' it something that's easy to sell
Maybe I'm saying what I shouldn't tell
'Cause even your heroes are wondering what to say
Well a vial of love you used to save
But even that's distilled away
Locked inside a closet made of sand
Well the silver anesthetized your veins
Like the chilling damp December rains
How can you look at me as if you still don't see?
'Cause it's the last time around
I'm the final survivor in your heart's ghost town
It's the last time around
Well I watched the storm engulf you in
Like the death cries of a wounded friend
Just beyond the reach of Satan's grasp
And now I feel it in your baby's breath
You'll never find your hero's death
To ease the pain of always being sane
And like the snows of May
Will your spirit fade away
Like a spent gold mine it iw gone
Time will tell, we all will see
The Wrath of Judgment dancing free
Down the one way corridor of fame
But a question still can answer why
Like a baby's first baptism cry
Still do you fear, still do you hear
Every evening when I walk through the door
I hear the same old lies that I've heard before
You're going out for the evening, going out with a friend
Do you really want me to believe that again?
You're telling white lies
You're telling white lies
I can see right through that thin disguise
Can't you tell, I can tell when you're telling white lies?
Take these chains and set me free
Release me from this misery
Don't you waste my time with your alibis
'Cause your heart can't hide what I see in your eyes
Well, the bank foreclosed the mortgage yesterday
You left me here without a thing to say
If money talks I wish it'd speak to me
Because I need the conversation it's plain to see
I watched her leave as if I didn't see
But deep inside it was killing me
If money talks I wish it'd speak to me
Because I need the conversation it's plain to see
It'd be rags to riches there'd be no poverty
When the money spoke do you think it'd speak to me
Instead of doing the talking one thing is clear
If money did the talking I'd be all ears
It'd be rags to riches there'd be no poverty
When the money spoke do you think it'd speak to me
Well I called you up with my last dime
Just to hear you say you were doing fine
How many arms have held you
And hated to see you go
How many, how many, I wonder
But I really don't want to know
How many lips have kissed you
Touched you way down deep inside your soul
How many, how many, I wonder
But I really don't want to know
So always make me wonder
And always make me guess
Even if I should ask you
Darling please don't confess
So darling let it remain our little secret
'Cause don't you know how I love you so
How many, how many, I wonder
But I really don't want to know
I sang in your morning, I sang in your night
Dusty old travels and forty watt lights
But lovin' you was like sand in the river
Now you call me "my darling" and I call you "Indian giver"
With a blanket of sorrow I lie in your bed
Four walls are a prison when your heart's in your head
Your soul is an icebox when you go where you're led
With a blanket of sorrow I die in your bed
Now daylight is here, the morning is come
But a blanket of sorrow still covers the sun
But night isn't over, it's still dark outside
Black blanket death is nowhere to hide
With a blanket of sorrow I lay in your arms
And nothing will come of this pain
They told me "I'm sorry, it's been felt before,
And probably will be felt again"
Well you watched the seeds of summer turn
Into the weeds of brown
Well you left the street you were living on
But never left the town
A frightened soldier running scared
A shadow now I meet
My love was left but so were you
An ice heart in the heat
So shop it around, shop it around
To every five and dime in town
Me I'll be found at the salvage store
Among the lost and found
As a soldier I left long ago
Never to return
Well you never think that there's a bridge
Until it starts to burn
But still I could breathe my last
And leave a flag of blue
It wouldn't mean not half as much
As one more night with you
I'm a rolling stone all alone and lost
For this life of sin I have paid the cost
When I pass by all the people say
There goes another guy out on the lost highway
I was just a lad barely twenty two
Neither good nor bad just a kid like you
And now I'm lost too late to pray
I'm just another guy out on the lost highway
Now boys don't start to run around
On this road of sin you'll be sorrow bound
Take my advice you'll be sorrow bound
Take my advice or you'll curse the day
You started rollin' down this lost highway
Old Joe he wasn't a hero
Nothin' but a coal company man
He'd sit alone and look through his window
Watch his corn wither into the sand
He'd go to church on Sunday morning
Drink a beer every Saturday night
His momma raised him on corn and molasses
And a sense of the unending fight
The well is deep and the seeds are all planted
The price is steep but the bounty is high
To live a love or have it taken for granted
The rope is stretchin' but the knot is still tied
The son of slaves still feels
The bitter lashings of the whip and the tongue
A loose mouth and the white hooded lynch mob
Sent Joe from the light of the sun
The baby cries, the Georgia pines whisper
I write to you by the light of the moon
A Southern grave still stands waiting
The congregation sings a victory tune
You crossed a valley that was steeped in blood
My virgin pain was simply not enough
To satisfy the one thing in life that you still desire
A dress of lace and a pint of gin
A little heaven in a needle full of sin
And do the sights you remember
Scare you less than the sights you left unseen
You went to church in your party dress
Tryin' to live those blues that you read
From a rock n' roll magazine so neat and clean
I tried to fight through that emptiness
I feel every time you undress
'Cause your Playgirl heroes fade away
When the morning ray shines down
'Cause I can't go on living in your broken whiskey glass
Someday you'll find an epitaph that reads
"Here lies Jason: strangled by a love
That wouldn't breathe"
You went to Memphis to find yourself
Read every Elvis book on the shelf
Even popped a pill or two to feel like a honky-tonk star
But the river didn't seem so wide
'Cause you were looking out but not inside
White soul heroes are made of more than
Legend's trashy dreams
I can't go on living in your broken whiskey glass
Someday you'll find an note and it will read
"Here lies Jason: strangled by a love
That wouldn't breathe"
I've seen a million dreams in your eyes
I've seen it come and go and never die
Still here I am seeking to find a way out of here
A way to leave you far behind
I've done everything you asked me to
I've done things I didn't want to do
Still here I am, still just as blind
Will I ever find a way
Find a way to leave you far behind
Find a way to leave you far behind
I've seen a million dreams in your eyes
I've searched for love and found good-byes
Still here I am, the days gone blind
Find a way to leave you far behind
All your old heroes are calling a bluff
Now you're out making messes in the name of love
All your old newspapers collecting dust
There's nothing in them you ain't read about anyway
Giving a nickel and stealing a dime
Drinkin' champagne and thinking it's wine
There's more to all this than just touches and time
And even your heroes are learnin' it everyday
The time has come to change the tune
You think it's morning but it's late afternoon
All your old habits will be given up too soon
The time has come to change the tune
You say you've seen it before in the eyes of the brave
It's a later tomorrow and an earlier grave
It's one thing to borrow, another to save
Just when will you follow and just when will you stay
Going down highways not lit so well
Now they're makin' it something that's easy to sell
Maybe I'm saying what I shouldn't tell
'Cause even your heroes are wondering what to say