Music and lyrics by T-Bone Burnett
She slides across the floor
Puts her head on his shoulder
His eyes search for the door
Even as he pulls her closer
Music and lyrics by T-Bone Burnett
She slides across the floor
Puts her head on his shoulder
His eyes search for the door
Even as he pulls her closer
Stepping from the shelter of the shadows
Out into the unrelenting light
You feel the weight of each furtive glance
And you raise your face, and begin your dance
Josie can’t sing, but she sure knows how to smile
Josie can’t sing, but she sure knows how to smile
And when she smiles at me, I get to feeling like a child
As they lay her in the ground
And the priest begins to pray
I raise my head and look around
The colors fade to gray
He was in the right
She was in the wrong
And though he won the fight
He doesn’t feel that strong
Strip me of immortality
Say religion’s just a drug
It should be swept under the rug of reality
Strip me of immortality
Give me meaningless devotion
To this ball-and-chain emotion of this animal breed
Brown nose, serving time, focus on the bottom line
Servant of the dollar bill, master of the overkill
Fiery hoop high jump, God the Father Donald Trump
Long hours, job is wife, Wall Street Journal, Book of Life
I saw suspicion in her eye
Truth is fire, dancing image ill defined
Mildly introverted. Mostly harmless.
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