Story: Townes' Road Keets

I've smeared my heart on my sleeve

I've tagged my name on the wall

It's probably time for me to leave

Actin' big and talkin' small

I've tracked blood in on the floor

I put my first through the wall

I've dragged trouble through the door

And I've spilled wine on it all

Maybe I can paint over that

It'll probably bleed through

Maybe I can paint over that

But I can't hide it from you

I've got some ink beneath my skin

A good idea at the time

I won't be doing that again

Not with any arm of mine

And I have stumbled in my time

I left my footprints down the road

And the part of me that shines

Ain't the part of me that's showed

Maybe I can paint over that

It'll probably bleed through

Maybe I can paint over that

But I can't hide it from you

Maybe I can paint over that

It'll probably bleed through

Maybe I can paint over that

But I can't hide it from you