Shy (live)

the heat is so great
 it plays tricks with the eye
 it turns the road to water
 and then from water to sky
 and there's a crack in the concrete floor
 and it starts at the sink
 there's a bathroom in a gas station
 and i've locked myself in it to think
 and back in the city
 the sun bakes the trash on the curb
 the men are pissing in doorways
 and the rats run in herds
 i've got a dream of your face
 that scares me awake
 i put too much on my table
 and now i got too much a stake
 and i might let you off easy
 yeah i might lead you on
 i might wait for you to look for me
 and then i might be gone
 where i come from and where i'm going
 and i'm lost in between
 i might go up to that phone booth
 and leave a veiled invitation on you machine
 and you'll stop me, won't you
 if you've heard this one before
 the one where i surprise you
 by showing up at your front door
 saying 'let's not ask what's next,
 or how, or why'
 i am leaving in the morning
 so let's not be shy
 the door opens, the room winces
 the housekeeper comes in without a warning
 and i squint at the muscular motel lady
 says 'hey good morning'
 and she jumps, her keys jingle
 and she leaves as quick as she came in
 and i roll over and taste the pillow with my grin
 well, the sheets are twisted and tangled
 and the heat is so great
 and i swear i can feel the mattress
 sinking underneath your weight
 oh sleep is like a fever
 and I'm glad when it ends
 and the road flows like a river
 and pulls me around every bend
 and you'll stop me, won't you...
 the heat is so great
 it plays tricks with the eye
 it turns road to water
 and water to sky
 and there's a crack in the concrete floor
 and it starts at the sink
 there's a bathroom in a gas station
 and i've locked myself
 in it to think
 and you'll stop me, won't you...