White Room (Live At Oakland Coliseum Arena, California / 1968)

In a white room with black curtains near the station

Back through country, no gold pavements, tired starlings

Silver horses climb down moon beams in your dark eyes

She's just dressing, goodbye windows, tired starlings

And I wait in this place where the sun never shines

Wait in this place where the shadows run from themselves

You said no strings could secure you at the station

For tickets, restless easels, goodbye windows

At the walk-in, metal batons at the station

As I walked out, felt my own beat just beginning

And I wait in the queue when the trains come by

Lie with you where the shadows run from themselves

At the party, she was kindness to a lost heart

Consolation for the only powerful girl

Yellow tigers crouched in jungles in her dark eyes

She's just dressing, goodbye windows, tired starlings

And I wait in this place where the sun never shines

Lie in the dark where the shadows run from themselves