From the recording Common Lot
Jimmy Dowling: Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
Garrett Costigan: Pedal Steel
Steve Hadley: Double Bass
It’s a softness dear that you hide so well.
It’s hard being easy, only you can tell.
‘cause the girl back there when
hadn’t been touched by a dick-head sin
that clogged her mind, choked her heart,
heading down the hill in a rickety cart.
Bottom came, cart it sank,
weeping willow caught you on the river bank.
Now it’s dead eyed laughs and hollow thrills,
covering blue for innocence killed.
Fiends are there to take you away
putting out butts in the devil’s ashtray.
Bleeding breeze through hanging boughs,
is a safer bet for the here and now.