Like a diamond in the rough
Like a fossil frozen under ground
A wounded hand inside a glove
She’s a song without a sound
Like a fairy with no dust
Like an infant with no tears
a lover with no trust
Or a mother with no fears
This is the last silver surprise
This is the last white shining lie
That city was on fire
You’re my baby bird on wire
Open my eyes it’s still dark as hell
I wander around this midwestern town
That seems to be under some tragic spell
Night melts to day, now I’m home bound.
Baby I’m home bound.
Driving by these sun stroked fields
Listening to banjo strummed stories
Looking for time, or something, to heal
Leaving in my blaze of glory.
This is the last silver surprise
This is the last white shining lie.
That city was on fire
We’re all just birds on a wire.
We’re all just birds on a wire.
We’re all just birds on a wire.
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