Chris Robinson Brotherhood - Jump the Turnstiles lyrics

Smoke ring halos, feet made of clay Open spaces and narrow ways Nightbird cry'n at the end of an age White leather gloves lay the saint in his grave Hung on a rusty nail in the back room of a Nickel a dance pa** the jug around The devil's plain lazy if he don't bust out No one's a stranger when it's raining outside If there's a hole in your shoe then come on inside Do you know how you feel? Are you that far gone inside? Let love make it real Come on let's jump the turnstile Bag full of beads, black tongue divine Let go the rabbit by the pale moon light Don't stoke the fire with paper hands To build you a boat you need a little dry land Do you know how you feel? Are you that far gone inside? Let love make it real Come on let's jump the turnstile Soft gra** lullabies In the cinnamon sunshine Rose pedal soft, sickly sweet Love sick Charlie and tear drop Molly Just jumped out of their seats Euphoria dancing, dripping chandeliers Flatfooted shufflers or those well heeled Call my mind diamond Call my heart gold Call me gone and off down the road Call me gone and off down the road