Elliott Smith - A Silver Chain lyrics

Sonny boy wore a silver chain And he sold the tracks for the train But I've got a hat in my hand that fit my best to a T Broken easily Took the street from the curb below Where it's too disturbing to go Holding a needle in my hand above the symphony Broken easily While the trumpets blare Dissipate to air And I've got praying hands hanging From a silver chain With a talent for catastrophe I can't explain When i count the steps to safety That i know will protect me The pain it just doesn't move Away from me