MUSIC FOR SALE

Lonely weekends slipping by like jokes
Fast and weightless like circles of smoke
Static dust bowls ‘round the block
Forced smiles hidden behind the doors
Paris, Texas, red hat on the top

Blazing sun and muddy snake skin boots
Heavy trees discovering their roots
Books of shame and innocence
Scent of iron and incense
Paris, Texas, black crows on the fence

Taste of blood along the railroad line
Waving rope and attempted suicide
Streams of downfall and distress
Fields of corn by fields of grass
Paris, Texas, a girl behind the glass

Rotten apples falling from the branch
Tired horses resting by the ranch
Creatures waiting for the night
Dancing shadows on the rise
Paris, Texas, flagpoles and twilight

Spinning water, silence and black holes
Ragged shoes searching for new soles
Stars appearing, goodbye rain
All them efforts maybe in vain
Paris, Texas, a man alone again