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(Dan Messe/Gary Maurer)
Mean are the winds that tear at the palms
A tiny baby is crying then calms
And curses ring out instead of the psalms
I don't know
And black are the sounds dragged from the trains
They leave a trail of rust in the rains
Great Lakes are spilling across the Great Plains
They sw*llow up everything
Oh no, oh no
Board up the windows and shoot at the crows
And lay every might thing low
Well I didn't know that day that I fell
In Terre Haute at the Paris Hotel
Where I lost something that I'd never sell
I let go
Now all that I see keeps me afraid
I count the years by the marks that they made
And watch the sun from a circle of shade
That sw*llows up everything
Oh no, oh no
Board up the windows and shoot at the crows