Yeah,
I give this last wrinkle dotter my pocket that I earned
with a hammer and vise.
If I can undo some things, grow me some wings,
fly to this quarter tonight.
And tonight every man with a TV is seeing my clothes,
seeing my face.
In the last 30 minutes,
I've gone from a person of interest to a full-blown manhunt underway.
I did what I did,
I have no regret.
When you cross the line,
you get what you get.
I've got a bleeding memory,
it's tomorrow's guilty blame.
Your auburn hair on a faraway seawall,
screaming across the departure train.
I'm haunted by headlights and a crystal city breeze.
One wrong turn on Burma,
cuts like the knives of New Orleans.
I'm a-gonna start gene books in all of these
alleys just looking for my getaway key.
Wrapped up in the night,
hiding out in plain sight,
his scripts getting tied around.
Ain't no getting out
that I can see,
they'll take me down if they ever take me.
So now the bleeding memory is tomorrow's guilty blame.
Your auburn hair on a faraway seawall,
screaming across the departure train.
I'm haunted by headlights
and a crystal city breeze.
One wrong turn on Burma,
cuts like
the knives of New Orleans.
Of New Orleans.
What I wonder,
but just one more chance,
I'm all out of time,
honey it's come down to this.
I'm haunted by your hazel eyes
and a crystal city breeze.
One wrong turn on Burma,
cuts like
the knives of New Orleans.
Sato' mai ustamayi naren' Almighty God,
your glory is all I long for.
I did what I did.