Jackson Square

dustcloud comin' off an old dirt road
 it leads up here, to this little graveyard
 seven mats in a perfect row
 under each slab is a police car
 just because you say it doesn't make it true
 you can say that i'm guilty man i just don't care
 you can burn my body black
 just don't make me go back to jackson square
 i met you on decatur street
 with your little bare feet and your violin
 i was walkin' by with my guitar in my hand
 you smiled at me and i jumped right in
 before i knew it you were all i knew
 every moment together was an answered prayer
 after awhile we had some money saved up
 and we rented a room over jackson square
 and one day everything changed
 your eyes got strange you didn't seem yourself
 you go to tell a story and you'd start out fine
 halfway through it you'd be somewhere else
 and i started having the strangest dream
 i held a string and looked up in the air
 and you were glowing with the strangest light
 drifting out of sight over jackson square
 life is something that you can't control
 when you try to hold onto it it makes you let go
 things are live like they were before
 i can hear her crying through the bathroom door
 she says she hears spirits all around the room
 and they're telling her things that make her feel scared
 i have no idea what to do
 were both in over heads on jackson square
 i woke up with the weight on my chest
 people were screaming on the street below
 i reached for you i was alone in the bed
 wind was blowing through an open window
 and suddenly i was very old in a little boat absolutely nowhere
 staring at the sight of the universe
 and your tiny body down on jackson square
 and don't tell me that there ain't no end
 there damn well is and it waits in the wings
 i see ya kneeling that center stage
 in your tiny cage made of angel wings
 but i'm here every night
 loading my gun and trying not to go there
 anyone who says that life is clear
 has never seen a mirror or been to jackson square
 yeah
 yeah
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