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to this little graveyard
Seven lights
in a perfect row
Under each light
is a police car
Just because you say it
doesn't make it true
You can say that I'm guilty
man I just don't care
You can burn my body black
Just don't make me go back
to Jackson Square
harmonica solo
I met you on Decatur Street
With your little bare feet
and your violin
my guitar in my hand
and I jumped right in
you were all I knew
an answered prayer
After a while we had
some money saved up
over Jackson Square
Then one day
everything changed
Your eyes got strange
you didn't seem yourself
You'd go to tell a story
and you'd start out fine
you'd be somewhere else
And I stared having
the strangest dream
and looked up in the air
You were glowing
with the strangest light
Drifting out of sight
over Jackson Square
that you can't control
it makes you let go
Things are not like
they were before
through the bathroom door
She says she hears spirits
all around the room
And they're telling her things
that make her feel scared
I have no idea what to do
We're both in over our heads
on Jackson Square
Good god
I woke up with a weight
on my chest
on the street below
I was alone in the bed
through an open window
Suddenly I was very old
absolutely nowhere
Staring at the side
of the universe
down on Jackson Square
that there ain't no end
There damn well is
and it waits in the wings
I see you kneeling
at center stage
In your tiny cage
made of angel wings
While I'm here every night
Loading my gun
and trying not to go there
that life is clear
Has never seen a mirror
or been to Jackson Square
Yeah hey-a-a a-a-a
Yeah hey-a-a
a-a-a
Yeah hey-a-a a-a-a
Oh oh-oh-oh
My favorite part of the process
for sure