I went down
to the crossroads
where my old friends sometimes meet
Saw the wicked west, the silent man,
wasted youth and my
old friend's sneaky beat
One thing leads to another,
I was opened up towards the sky
To those wide and wasted places
where the wounded heart still flies
Oh now girl,
don't you change your story
It's been too long
and I said I'm sorry
Sometimes I find it hard to handle
Fire a light that burns us up
like the end of the world
I read in the paper
a baby boy died in a
house fire today
Neighbors ran for help, said the mother,
she was on an overnight stay
Tragedy or comedy,
but your mother's pain is real
What happens in the end to us
depends on how we feel
Oh now girl,
won't you change your story
It's been too long and I said I was sorry
Sometimes you find it hard to handle
A fire of light burns us on like
a candle
Nighttime, big sky
Memories of spin
Gotta be this thing again
Got ta be there still
Ballerinas spin against resistance
Maybe so do you and I
We fight over the wine in wasted places
Where the wounded heart's still blind
One thing leads to another
As these things introduce
But standing in the perfect still of dawn
I know I'm losing you
Oh now girl, don't you change your story
It's been too long and
I said I was sorry
Sometimes life gets too hard to handle
It burns us up just like we were candle
Oh now girl,
don't you change your story
It's been too long,
and I said I was sorry
Sometimes life gets too hot
and hard to handle
Burn yourself, just light a candle
Oh now girl,
don't you change your story
It's been so long an
d I said I was sorry
Sometimes life gets too hard to handle
Burns us up like burning candles
Under the night sky
A big nice girl, a nice girl
You