tell fortune of the blindness
tell nature of day
tell friendship of unkindness
tell justice of delay
(last written words of Sir Walter Raleigh)
so I checked into the hotel no stars
woman at reception ask me how I are
I said, I'm one man - this is one man
and one guitar
then I lay down on long buried steel
my bed was spinning like a fevered wheel
call the doctor - h can't help me
or my guitar
the ink's still wet where I signed my name
to say it's all my fault and nobody is to blame
there's a woman at the snowline selling sex
she got a little tartan skirt and a bottle of Beck's
our eyes meet when I flash by the car
I'm just another man and one guitar
can I get a witness, can I stay alive
as I stumbled in tears past the old beehive
when the man dies the bees leave home
all the world's honey sticking in my bones
I'm sitting on a low bed - my guitar in case
television moving across my face
I can never - no I van never
go out of this place
I hear a murder of crows as they mass and mob

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