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