Testo Me And Queen Silvia

Bands of black trees A brown cross on a white wall A seventh floor window Reminds me of a time That would have otherwise been forgotten A burned out river bridge A young folksinger Was only rolling by All those yellow fields That in some other time Might have been passed over I'm moving slow today I might die on this road So flash your warning lights And pull me over And let me get some sleep At least until the day comes Running out of breath From stolen phone calls I wanna know you Better than I did before So meet me in the courtyard And we'll watch the lightning They say the straightest ground Is the warmest bed So me and Queen Sylvia We're headed west, or maybe India Either way we're leaving