Guess I’ve got the old condition
And it’s a young mans game this life
No one calls out from the kitchen
Hiroshima sky
Are you steady from the heart down?
Because I’m ready for the night
Hell, I might name my constellation
Brass tacks, don’t rust, don’t cry!
No howling love and admiration
Sounds like ‘still here, no goodbye’
Look up , now son , don’t go a-missing
When there are spiders on the eye
And dust on your mighty inner-vision
Some brush, you’ll find , am I..
Guess it’s all just superstition
There ain’t no wrong horse to ride
We’re all just reins and indecision
We were only made to try
Steady from the heart down
I’m ready for the night
Hell, I might name my constellation
Brass tacks, don’t rust, don’t cry!
No howling love and admiration
Sounds like ‘still here, no goodbye’
Look up , now son , don’t go a-missing
When there are spiders on the eye
And dust on your mighty inner-vision
Some brush, you’ll find , am I..
