Luther's windows are littered with A crystal, a picture, a dead potted A dusty curtain, the nose prints of a dog A glass 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
a homesick sailor Luther's in the window Watching the by him tonight
Luther's once held a chain With keys to a home and a blue Now he lives his mother, steals all her liquor And chain smokes and stares at the for days
your back to the sun You see only Look beneath the You see night
Like a homesick Luther's standing in the the world Floating by him
Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, oh, oh Yeah, yeah, He is the world Floating by him
Luther's sitting by on the sofa With his head bowed down but his eyes are wide Having a one man with an electronic Bible Listenin' to the going by
And the bass is poundin', the trumpets are bleatin' And reading a verse from St. John A trickle of light seeps the blind Luther pulls down the until he makes up his mind
Well, turn back to the sun You see shadows Look the stars You see only
Like a sailor Luther's in the window the world Floating by him
It's floating by him It's floating by him It's floating by him