Shut softly your watery eyes
The pangs of your sadness
Will pass as your senses will rise
The flowers of the city
Though breathlike, get deathlike at times
And there's no use in tryin'
To deal with the dyin'
Though I cannot explain that in rhyme.
Your soft country lips
I still wish to kiss
As to be under the strength of you skin
Your magnetic movements
Still capture the minutes I'm in
Though it grieves my heart, love
To see you tryin' to be a part of
A world that just don't exist
It's all just a dream, babe
A vacuum, a scheme, babe
That sucks you into feelin' like this.
I can see that your head
Has been twisted and fed
By worthless foam from the mouth
I can tell you are torn
Between stayin' and returnin'
Home back to the South
From fixtures and forces and friends
Your sorrow does stem
That hype you and type you
And making you feel
That you must be exactly like them.
I'd forever talk to you
But soon my words
They would turn into a meaningless ring
For deep in my heart
I know there is no help I can bring
Just do what you think you should do
And someday, maybe
Who knows, baby
I'll come and be cryin' to you.