"Crooked Muse"

[00:28.20] Pictures watch from the sidewalk past

[00:30.88] Poems go flying in the tracks

[00:33.87] All we ever got left is a pile of things

[00:41.08] I visit you with nothing burning

[00:44.09] Hidden heart, stomach churning

[00:46.76] Circled in the words like the vultures

[00:54.40] Your mouth becomes a dictionary

[00:57.14] Words without a holy theory

[01:00.17] You're the only one on the page

[01:05.43] Look it up to find my heart

[01:08.37] Tear that old shit apart

[01:11.16] Till you find the words to sum me up

[01:25.16] I don't need no lullabies

[01:35.62] You sit me down here and you cry

[01:53.71] The music man sings his mystery songs

[01:56.17] He tries to put his finger on

[01:58.70] There's things unfelt that he's always longed to feel

[02:06.70] The things we all are destined to loose

[02:09.44] While I seek out that crooked muse

[02:12.49] You stole my heart and filled it up with blues

[02:20.25] I've been waiting for you and me to watch this world from a windows seat

[02:25.76] Look down there, all them tiny creatures running crazy

[02:33.70] And I've been here on this precipice

[02:36.42] And I picked apart anything I bring

[02:38.91] So we can toss our suitcase into the wind at last

[02:53.41] We've all the merry things we needed

[03:03.63] It's time like this we remember to believe

[03:16.96] Let it roll, let it ride, let it ride on me

[03:33.43] Lay me down here in your field

[03:44.42] They know just, what they steal