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