Sync Different

Texarkana en route to New Orleans –
My baby fell from his bike.
And I was told he lay conscious;
And he knew death would arrive.

Ride, ride, ride, ride…

From weeping trees blue bottles hang –
And southern grass come covered with mist.
Could he not stay on the road we paved?
The dirt devours those who fall adrift.

Ride, ride, ride, ride…

They took his body back to the Golden State;
Where his mother wept a sad goodbye.
And not a dry eye was to be seen –
Unless you looked into my eyes.

Ride, ride, ride, ride…

Thought i was light years ahead of themBut i was blind they were only milesLight years ahead of them, he must be right
I was only pretending to be just another wannabeA love supreme in flip flopsThere might be peacocks in disguiseYou’d better practice your passing shotsBeware of bishops dealing with their ups and downs
You were born in Christchurch babyListen to the bellsThey’re ringing again in your earsThey resound in the eveningThey resound when you’re youngThey’re sound in the morningThey resound when you’re getting old/get things done

Rat a tap tap;
Oh don’t you come and ask;
Am I a coming back?
The sky has gone black on us.

Don’t you weep –
Blame myself for these things
Known I was stronger than he –
And all you weaklings knew it.

Toodle loo;
They all abandoned you
One bruised and another screwed,
But I was the only loved.

Oh, Hannah Leah …
I was the only love.

Keep that bed.
Now brother, keep that rug.
Lord knows I was given so much –
And the devil keeps me fed.

On the wall. On the stove –
And in the blank book you draw –
There are signs of Hannah Leah
There are signs of our love.

Oh, Hannah Leah …
There are signs of love.

On a black, blue night
I go a wandering:
Out over Houston –
Along Avenue A.
Hannah Leah
On Avenue A.

Ku Klux Klan;
There’s evil in every man.
Come love her when you can –
And see about Hannah Leah.