C. F. G.
Well, the glass was tipped.
F. C.
Til all the drops were sipped.
F. C.
Til the eyes dried shut.
C. G. F. C.
Til the tab was paid up. Paid up.
Gone with the wine.
Tasted the earth's decline.
Tasted the rains.
Tasted the shames. Damn shames.
Tune in to the sixer.
Playing tunes, sweet sister.
Playing Anson's blues.
Playing Texas truth. Fucking truth.
Take the county road.
Drive slow and low.
Drive curves and turns.
Drive til you burn. Baby. Burn.
Once I had a dream.
Saw colors never seen.
Saw people full of lies.
Saw salvation's disguise. Disguised.
Such a proper life.
Til time comes to light.
Til fear seems to win.
Til the devil's revenge. His revenge.
And days just go by.
With those neon nights.
With those sounds of loss.
With those nails of the cross. Nails, man.
It all seems forgiven.
Just a bit out of rhythym.
Just a bit out of line.
Just a bit out of rhymes. And times.