Hell's Half Acre

Summer was a gust of wind rolling up the creek

past the iron streetcar line and the west side boys renaming streets

I’m just a map and a legend you want to hold me still

a memory you’re cursing a haunting on the hill

and in the beginning with the stars in your eyes

it’s all covered in rhinestones all covered in lies

thought I was what you wanted but that’s the story you told

guess that’s what happens babe when things get old

when things get old

you say this ain’t no way to live this ain’t no place to dream

used to talk about where we’d end up

used to say you’d never leave

but then you found a weakness a broken window sill

where the air blows cold inside this home high up on a hill

and in the beginning with the stars in your eyes

it’s all covered in rhinestones all covered in lies

thought I was what you wanted but that’s the story you told

guess that’s what happens babe when things get old

when things get old

plow me over keep burying me

the trick of mud and water is how deep you sleep

and in the beginning with the stars in your eyes

it’s all covered in rhinestones all covered in lies

thought I was what you wanted but that’s the story you told

guess that’s what happens babe when things get old

when things get old

when things get old

yeah things get old