Hiss Golden Messenger - Cracked Windshield Lyrics




Drifting down the line like the gospel ship
Magnolia ringing all the bells my head

I can feel October coming on the back-scratch wind
Red weather calling through the cracked windshield

Quite a few have fallen on the path back there
When their mamas come calling it's the saddest thing

Some are dead and buried
Some are never found
If you feel a storm coming, better shut your mouth

I was a dreamer, babe
When I set out on the road
But did I say that I could find my way home?
Cracked windshield light - will you be the death of me?
Oh, burn it, babe - just enough to see

I've been the king of Brixton and roamed the Bywater 'round
I was all the colors of the little river town

And the drums of the masses were like a funeral band
Then the Lion of Judah came and stole their flag

A song is just a feeling and when you make it pay the rent
Next thing that you know, you're saying something you'd never say

I was a dreamer, babe
When I set out on the road
But did I say I could find my way back home?
Cracked windshield light - don't you take the best of me
Oh, burn it, babe - just enough to see

Monday morning, early, getting the kids to school
I can fix this, babe - I can fix this, babe

I can see the ghosts coming over the tidewater plains
I don't know if I'm running





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