Luther's windows are littered nothin' A crystal, a picture, a dead sage A dusty white curtain, the nose of a dog A shot glass collection his truck driving days
Luther's bedroom is as hot as an With air that's as stale as old bread In a cage on the dresser there's a that talks But her name over and over is all it says
Turn your to the sun You see only Look the stars You see night
a homesick sailor Luther's standin' in the the world Floating by him
hands once held a chain With keys to a home and a blue Now he with his mother, steals all her liquor And smokes and stares at the ceiling for days
your back to the sun You see only beneath the stars You see only
Like a sailor Luther's standing in the Watching the by him tonight
Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, oh, oh Yeah, yeah, He is watching the by him tonight
Luther's sitting by on the sofa With his head bowed down but his eyes are wide Having a one man revival with an electronic Listenin' to the parade by
And the bass is poundin', the trumpets are bleatin' And he's reading a verse from St. A trickle of seeps through the blind Luther 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 by him tonight