Luther's windows are with nothin' A crystal, a picture, a dead sage A dusty white curtain, the nose of a dog A shot collection from his truck driving days
bedroom is as hot as an oven With air that's as stale as old forgotten In a cage on the dresser there's a parrot that But her name over and over is all it says
your back to the sun You see only Look the stars You see only
Like a sailor Luther's in the window the world Floating by him
Luther's hands once held a keys to a home and a blue Chevrolet Now he with his mother, steals all her liquor And chain smokes and at the ceiling for days
Turn back to the sun You see shadows beneath the stars You see night
Like a homesick Luther's standing in the Watching the Floating by him
Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, oh, oh Yeah, yeah, He is watching the Floating by him
Luther's sitting by himself on the With his head down but his eyes are open wide Having a one man revival an electronic Bible Listenin' to the going by
And the bass drum is poundin', the are bleatin' And he's a verse from St. John A trickle of light seeps the blind pulls down the shade until he makes up his mind
Well, your back to the sun You see shadows Look beneath the You see night
a homesick sailor Luther's in the window the world Floating by him
It's floating by him floating by him tonight It's floating by him