Running to town in your fabulous gown with a dollar and a pound. There were two dollar swamps and the road with its haunts and its multitude of taunts. There's a room made of brick that will rise above the sticks and its height makes you sick. But when you get through the night with your head full of fright you need the sun for a sight. Because your running out the parlor again, running around with your head for a friend. Singing how your making amends. Singing your songs to the many bends.
The river was scotch and you belted your notch and you slept for awhile. And leaving the room where you fled from your doom and your blood beat a bom. It's a thin trail gone but you still have your song and the mountains were wrong. So walk in the fields and sleep in the gra** and pine, pine away. And when your thinking of love stop thinking of lights stop thinking again and in latitudes.
When you're walking alone stop thinking of dates stop thinking again stop crying on narratives. When you're dying alone, you done dying alone. You brought crying to every one. And when you fell on your lives keep sleeping alone keep running alone with every one. Baby's gone and I don't think I'll be running here. Oh no. Baby's gone.