the world,
little lady,
trains are carrying me,
one and the two, three and the four thousand
miles,
miles from you.
Lord, I tried my best to be your man.
Can't you see, can't you feel
that burning in my soul?
Don't you understand?
Love is a basket of lies,
grasping so tight.
Shining bright just ain't right to be
caught in the night,
caught in a basket of lies.
