lyrics

Carry on

Summer’s gone without a reason

Or maybe not, I just don’t know

I tell myself fall’s just a season

And not some strange kind of letting go - 

To me the hours are just numbers

I see the minutes tick away

& the alarm is set to “slumber”

Oh but the sky is slowly turning gray

 

All the dead I’ve ever known

Have come & gone

By the time I see the dawn

I’ll see the sunrise

I’ll see it coming down

And I’ve only just begun

To carry on

I feel like a boat out on that river

I feel the current pull both ways

It’s cold enough to make me shiver

Here comes another brand-new day

 

Blood-red shoes

I can hear your bulldogs howling in the middle of the night

Sounds like they’re hungry – then again it sounds like a fight

Sounds like they hate one another & they hate me & you

You can hear it in the wind; you can hear it in the music too

 

Fingers snapping

& I see you sway on your dancer’s feet

Fingers snapping

& clapping hands to the Mersey beat

See you follow me

& I’ll follow you anywhere

From the killing floor

All the way to the county fair

You got blood-red shoes

 

I can hear your bulldogs howling everywhere I go

& I know they’re always around but they never show

There’s a band on the bandstand & ladies in line at the bar

I got nowhere to go if I can’t be where you are

 

Fingers snapping

& I see you sway on your dancer’s feet

Fingers snapping

& clapping hands to the Mersey beat

See you follow me

& I’ll follow you anywhere

From the killing floor

All the way to the county fair

You got blood-red shoes

 

Love’s the devil’s foe

Devil don’t you know

You can’t just come

Like an old friend & say hello

Don’t you take my hand

I hope you understand

You got to let me go

 

Devil don’t you see

I really want what you got

But it’s got to be free

Go & complain

To the wind & the rain

They won’t tell on me

 

I can hear you whisper when I listen to the wind blow

In the branches of the willow right outside my window

But you got to stay out, way out in the shadow

You can try & deny now, say it isn’t so

But I know that you know

Love’s the devil’s foe

 

Devil don’t you leave

We don’t mind you around

When we play Adam & Eve

Don’t want to offend you

But I know in the end

We’re gonna make you believe

 

I know you’re out there, out in the blue

I know you’re lonely & I feel for you

Things don’t work the way they used to do

Things have changed for me & you

 

I can hear you whisper when I listen to the wind blow

In the branches of the willow right outside my window

But you got to stay out, way out in the shadow

You can try & deny now, say it isn’t so

But I know that you know

Love’s the devil’s foe

 

Tiger honey

She’s a scar on your eyeball

She’ll itch & she’ll bleed

In the midnight hour

In the summer heat

 

She’ll hide in the blind spot

Of your memory

She’ll dance on the pages

Of the book you read

 

Tiger honey

Sweet & sour

Sour & sweet

 

She’s a beast in the bushes

You don’t want to feed

& when you go hungry

She’s all that you need

 

Tiger honey

Sweet & sour

Sour & sweet

 

Sweet Angela

There’s a demonstration on the tv

Riots somewhere down in Italy

Maybe Rome, maybe some other ancient city

Seems like people really have a cause to me

 

I can almost smell the pine trees & the diesel

See black helmets in the summer heat

Ambulance screaming down the boulevard

Fists up in the air & marching feet

 

The remote is out of reach, I’m getting weary

My eyes drifting away from the screen

But then I see a pretty face in the commotion

Seems like every riot needs a queen

 

Sweet Angela

Think I saw you on the news today

Like an actress in some strange kind of cabaret

Waving a banner like a headline for your résumé

I just assume you never liked your name Angela

‚cause that bitch in Berlin’s got the same, Angela

Sweet Angela

 

I see the coliseum in the distance

As you disappear into the crowd

& the man with the necktie & the microphone

Tells me what the fuss is all about

 

Forgive me if your name’s not really Angela

It just came to me out of the blue

Maybe I just needed something to hold on to

& a title for a song to you

 

Franklin Avenue

It’s not a place you can return to

That’s a fact you’ve got to face

You can’t in fact return to

What isn’t a place

 

& I know that I’ve been here before

& I’ve been here with you

& I don’t care if it’s a dream

As long as it holds true

It’s like walking down the sidewalk

In someone else’s socks & shoes

& remembering the smell of the garbage can

& every little crack in the pavement too

& I’ve seen those ghostly lights before

When the morning turns to blue

I’ve seen the ashes & the dust

I’ve seen the morning dew

On the fallen leaves

On Franklin Avenue

 

Might be sitting on the nightstand

But it seems so out of reach

Might be a footprint in the sand

Down on Zuma Beach