♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ I followed her down by the railroad tracks ♪ ♪ Waited until she couldn't turn back ♪ ♪ Her clothes in a pile and her blood in a stream ♪ ♪ Yeah, a lullaby don't always turn to a dream ♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ Took both her kids and put them in the garage ♪ ♪ And I took off in a car and became a mirage ♪ ♪ Out in the desert where the air is clean ♪ ♪ And a lullaby don't always turn to a dream ♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ An innocent man might take the blame ♪ ♪ I'll shave my hair and change my name ♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ Out in the desert, it's a still as death ♪ ♪ It's as if mother nature was holding her breath ♪ ♪ The coyotes howl and the vultures scream ♪ ♪ And a lullaby don't always turn to a dream ♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ I guess it started when I was a teen ♪ ♪ And my parents will never know the little boy's such a fiend ♪ ♪ I guess sometimes it works out, you never know what it means ♪ ♪ Cause a lullaby don't always turn to a dream ♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ No, a lullaby don't always turn to a dream ♪ ♪♪♪