a crossroad
Come closer to see where the dreadful and dying meet ravishing rosary beads
for the damp dirty meadows won’t grow if the grass is cut tastefully garnished and clean
sincerely, you’re merely a peddler who’s anxious and frightened of the darkening scene
but time is forgotten if words do get rotten on the cobblestone path to the sea
get out of here boy, I’ll let loose with the dogs on ya, tell your lame hoodrat friends
if they know whats good for them keep off the shacks with shingles all covered with leaves
for that’s where my darling is sitting and singing in key
Each breath is a whisper, each tear tells a story, a glance will leave trails of envy
One more cup for the road for it’s windy and cold, but her presence will keep warm the many
I’ll strum through the chords as she tears through a crossroad of harmony soothing and pure
I’ll leave my arms open if the bridge is still broken, I’ll lay myself down, rest assured
In the daylight she’s pensive, I knew her as sensitive, but at night she is thoughtless and brash
Since the moon is in full, I can feel her pull, she’s magnetic, we wistfully dash
And we ramble and trip and we fall in the puddles, it’s really a sight for sore eyes
But she left me stranded abused and abandoned
And the doctor her father he cried
Get outta here boy, I’ll let loose the dogs on ya
Tell your lame hoodrat friends if they know whats best for them keep off the shacks with the shingles all covered with leaves
For that’s where my baby is sitting and singing in key
To chloe, her sister, I run to inquire what Bethany my true love desires
I love her greatly, it truly breaks me, she is the fuel to my fire
She looked at me dead and timidly said “she’s taken, get her out of your head”
And before I could stutter, I knew I was spotted, the doctor pulled chloe aside
Get outta here boy or I’ll call the cops on ya
Tell your lame hoodrat friends if they know what’s best for them keep off the shacks with the shingles all covered with leaves
For that’s where my baby is sitting and singing with Lee
Come closer to see where the dreadful and dying meet ravishing rosary beads
for the damp dirty meadows won’t grow if the grass is cut tastefully garnished and clean
if you come around midnight and listen carefully you may even hear Billy cry
he shot himself cold and with the second he died, his sorrow was too much to bare
when Bethany heard the shots, she was half asleep
she rushed to the scene and who did she see but Billy, all covered, drowning in a pool of his blood
as tears poured off her cheeks, entirely ruined
she sat there in anguish and sang Billy’s song in key
