Luther's are littered with nothin' A crystal, a picture, a dead potted A white curtain, the nose prints of a dog A shot glass from his truck driving days
Luther's is as hot as an oven With air as stale as old forgotten bread In a on the dresser there's a parrot that talks But her name and over is all that it says
Turn back to the sun You see shadows Look beneath the You see night
Like a sailor standin' in the window Watching the Floating by him
Luther's once held a chain With keys to a and a blue Chevrolet Now he lives his mother, steals all her liquor And chain smokes and stares at the for days
Turn your to the sun You see only beneath the stars You see only
Like a sailor Luther's standing in the the world Floating by him
Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, oh, oh Yeah, yeah, He is watching the by him tonight
Luther's by himself on the sofa With his head bowed but his eyes are open wide Having a one man revival with an Bible Listenin' to the parade by
And the bass drum is poundin', the trumpets are And he's reading a verse St. John A trickle of light seeps through the Luther pulls down the until he makes up his mind
Well, your back to the sun You see only Look the stars You see night
Like a sailor standin' in the window Watching the by him tonight
It's floating by him It's floating by him floating by him tonight