^CThat's no ^Amiway to live ^Fall tangled up like ^Cballs of ^C/Hstring. ^CAnd we ^Amiwoke at dawn ^Fand watched the sun glide ^Cover the ^C/Hhill. I just said the first three words that popped into my head. Let me off the bus; I'm tired and soar and should probably change clothes. And the circuits are blown, my woman is cold, our children are stoned and worthless. All waiting for you to tell them the truth. The truth is a line, that you'll never use. And her dignity shown so bright like a light on a hill. And she burned for me, and no other man came near the flame. And back country songs the defeaning twang of the rich-white-kid blues You can own the stage, but the lights and glares will not make you real. She whispers to me, I was meant to be free. This life that we've built is deadly. She crawls from my bed, with a comb cross her head. She crawls to the train and drives herself home