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The sun falls quiet as a ghost
casts my shadows on the wall
And the silent coast,
Trembles below the thunders roar
And a timeless voice cuts the static noise
And warns the world behold
How among relentless storms, slowly his fella comes,
Riding on a pale white horse.
I’ve been sitting for days
On a wooden chair at your balcony
I have seen at every dawn
how the sun rise up behind the palm trees
I’ve been playing, I’ve been playing this old guitar
That long ago I saw you made
From a pine box of your favorite cigars
And I’ve been watching
How at my feet and through the streets
Those downtown girls have been gently swallowed
By the summer breeze.
But now here I am
Closer to the border line, under this cold iron skies
And I drive and drive, I cross another crooked mile
As the stars begin to shine
And there’s something, there’s something that I must say
and I’ll try to put it down clear as day
that beyond your ruthless sense of truth and consequence
I’m nothing but another helpless victim of circumstance.
And my mind feels numb, blinded deaf and dumb
As those scratches of entire lifes
Are swinging right in front my eyes
Of country girls with big fat cats
Sneaking on the neighbors yards
As merciless preachers with Stetson hats
Are selling tickets to paradise.
Of a mountain top, always covered by the fog
Where a big stone cross reaches higher,
So much higher than the flood
And that beautiful, beautiful fake blonde
All dressed up like a whore
On her way to heavens door.
And here at the middle of the road
The devil makes you a sign to do a stop
And maybe, just maybe, share a smoke,
And he feels curios, he wants to know
How much do you think you can ask for your second hand soul.
And after all this years of nothing but mud and blood
Now he’s expecting you to make a final call
But please, please man, please don’t get it wrong,
He has his homework done
he already knows exactly on which side can he count you on.
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