Bare

Last night I dreamt

That my hair had turned to white

I was Leland Palmer

With a devil in my eyes

I got up

I got dressed

And took a drive

The sun shined

My black dog

Had turned a shade of white

He'd turned a shade of white

I headed north towards the city

Where I once lived

She used to wave at me

Before hitching up her dress

But now the times have changed

and she can barely blow a kiss

You come and go

But find you're never really missed

You find you're never really miseed

I took the southern

And let it roll under my feet

I turned the radio up

And found a reason to believe

The three things you need

If you're ever on your own

Chuck Berry, Havana moon and a home

I disappeared under a sea of tremolo

I came up

Baring a piece of cattle bone

If the world is really sinking to its knees

my little girl will need to sharpen up her beck

She'll need to sharpen up her beak

She'll make a promise

She'll make a promise

Just for me

To keep it simple

Keep it honest

Keep it free

And when the tide rises

And you think you've seen it all

My little girl

You'd better walk before you crawl

You'd better walk before you crawl

I had a vision

Of myself at 88

I was half alive

Half asleep

And half awake

And though my eyes were closed

I could see the other side

I hit the ceiling

And left my body for the fire

I left my body for the fire

Last night I dreamt

That my hair had turned to white

I was Leland Palmer

With a devil in my eye