well I knew

Somethin was wrong

Went to see all a my friends

But they'd packed up and gone

TWO GHOSTS talkin in the shadows

Was all that was left

SOME THINGS are so painful

But ya just can't forget

RACIN SUNDOWN ACROSS THE COUNTRY

|~~|

the rain it was fallin

Was no where to hide

Just guessed on my own

It was my turn to die

It seemed kinda simple

but the thought I had failed

Filled me with sorrow

So I braced up my will

TO RACE SUNDOWN ACROSS THE COUNTRY

|~~|

I started screaming

CAN'T YA SEE WHAT ' S COMIN DOWN !

best pick up yer senses

And get the hell outa town

The Pig Men are comin

It's you they'd enslave

So if you treasure freedom

Know this is the Last Day

TO RACE SUNDOWN ACROSS THE COUNTRY

|~~|

Yeah

I

Knew

that  Somethin was wrong .........

the folded man
sat creasing the edges of his wallet sized heart
and stared off into the romantic night
full of lovers embracing
and others who silently wished for a hand to hold

he waited for her soft footsteps
but she just sat in her bedroom mirror brushing her hair
thinking of some boy from long ago
sundown was just that kind of girl
trade your temptations today for the empty promise of yesterday
she will stay here another season
maybe he will pass this way
maybe the storm clouds gathering will go away

the harlots all dance with unacquainted tenderness
not all embraces are done with joy
call it a sundown's choice cause its a bad one
and the gambler brushes dust off his neat appearances
each detail of his solitude lie must be cared for
lest it crumble and expose hes just a green kid
from illinois
we all put the best face we can
some just take it too far

she went to the picture show
and looked for familiar faces in the crowded hall
but the folded man had already slipped away
with one of the harlots
who will make a pretty bride someday
everybody gets a second chance
they just may not want it once they get it

she brushed the ashes from her clothes
they fell like thin snowfall on spring day
a last taste of winters hand
out of the burnt shell of the dancehall at dawn we came
the thick smoke splayed out on the thin wind
wound its way past catching the dust and
making the sunlight a dull brown
she looked at me with tears for eyes
asked me to take her from this place
everybody gets a second chance
they just may not want it once they get it