| Lyrics: | Dusted down in shanty town behind a sky of red
Hoist upon some frozen dawn exploding in my
head
Fast asleep in trouble deep or wide awake and burning
Stuck inside some stranger's hide
whose karma keeps returning
Where you trail that holy grail of darkness and despair
Way
cross town, now up now down, as though you'd really care
On the bus across from us seen once in
silhouette
The old man's face you couldn't place that now you can't forget
Down and
dirty
There you go
Lucky Henry says hello
Burned his bridges high and low
And down
the road and gone
It's raining boxcars did you know
From County Cook to Baltimore
Where
ever those old jockeys go
To live out their lifelines
Burning down that two lane town
the boys call Hollywood
Kicked around now lost now found now lost again for good
Badly
placed or half erased or lost in space and time
And all because the real one was the
disappearing kind
Now you tumble
Now you know
Lucky Henry says hello
Scratched
in verses high and low
And down to hell and gone I'm told
It's raining boxcars that's for
sure
From Bakersfield to Elsinore
For all what I care anymore
For now and forever gone
gone gone |
