Sitting by the side of the window,
but you don't seem to go away
I could almost half believe
Talking with Freight Car Betty
about the state of the nation
She told me everything she
Mysterious ways are the order of the day,
There's a heart up every sleeve,
but who has time to show it?
Hanging around on the ground,
To make a dream get real,
you gotta choose what to believe
to wander hand in hand with
The stranger from Twentynine Palms
dims the light of the moon
Lillies of the morning wake up
Yearning for that lonesome road
Wander through the catacombs
looking for a heart to believe in
so I reckon that it's not the season
till I find a place to take my ease in
Where a handful of dark flowers
for their own good reason
Wisdom is a way of looking at
the bright side of sadness
The prospect of joy in between
is essentially a relative thing
But what you can't exactly say
Hanging around on the ground
Gotta choose what to believe
And if you know how to wait,
resign yourself to wander hand -in
I lived the only life I could
Blew it bad a time or two,
to grace and accept defeat
each vanish down a one -way street
I can see your shadow gleaming
the morning sun comes streaming
that seemed cold as stone
So I guess my heart still has
Hanging around on the ground
Gotta choose what to believe
Resign yourself to wonder
Hangin' around on the ground,
To make a dream get real,
gotta choose what to believe
Resign yourself to wander
Sit another place at the table,
