She was a r

eal royal lady, true p

atron of the arts

Said the  

best country singers die in the b

ack of classic ca

rs

So if I e

ver got too hungry for a s

uitcase or guitar

To think of them all  

alone in the

dark

So I l

aid some nights beside her in a b

ed made for a queen

She said I kissed her different, that all the

men her age wer

e 

mean

Gave me anything I wanted, Oh the  

generosity

I took al

l that I c

ould, it was  

free

Now the s

ky is a torn up denim and the cl

ouds just splattered paint

It’s a  

room I’m renovating; it’s a

name I gotta

change

If I get o

ut of California I’m going b

ack to my home state

To tell them  

all that I  

made 

a

mistake

And I keep looking for that blindfold faith

Lighting candles to a cynical saint

Who wants the last laugh at the  

fly trapped in the

windowsil

l 

tape

You can go right out of your mind trying to escape

From the panicked parad

ox of day to  

day

If you can’t u

nderstand something then it’s b

est to be afr

aid

The whole world it loves you if you’re a c

hic 

chameleon

Intersecting circles she could hang with an

yone

But when co

nducting business she would

lie about where she’s from

Saying, “L

ife is how it  

is not how i

t 

was”

I learned to listen felt like I was ba

ck at school

She’d talk forever about the phases of the m

oon

Saying, “Ev

erything is a cycle, yo

u’ve got to let it come to you

And when it does,  

you will know

what to do”

Without even knowing I guess I took up  

her 

advice

Painted

her front door it seemed a

suitable 

goo

dbye

It’s not that often but I th

ink of her sometimes

Just something q

uaint, a  

couple 

s

hips in the night

And they keep moving at a glacial pace

Turning circles in a memory maze

I made a new cast of the death m

ask that’s gonna  

cover my  

face

I had to change the combination to the safe

Hide it a

ll behind a w

all let people  

wai

t

And never t

rust a heart that is so bent it can’t

break