The Weary and the Wicked

Every house on this street's got a new coat of paint You're the only thing that looks the same Drive the avenues with the Indian names It's hard getting use to these kinds of things It's hard getting use to these kinds of things Fiberglass curls and a Cadillac grace You Irish Catholic girls always start straight laced You've got an early taste for wine now you're flooding the gates Saturday night don't like Sunday Saturday night don't like Sunday So wherever you may wander I wish you the best But you're humming like a hurricane in my chest Humming like a hurricane in my chest Go and take your time just don't take too long It hard reading minds when you're speaking in tongues I was coming on quick I was coming on strong The weary and the wicked won't wait so long The weary and the wicked won't wait so long So wherever you may wander I wish you the best But you're humming like a hurricane in my chest Humming like a hurricane in my chest Rake away the dead leaves Breaking limbs off the family tree You can blame it on the wind but the storms rolling in across the bay No longer wait for goodbyes No longer lock the door at night As the tan line from my wedding band fades away Rake away the dead leaves Breaking limbs off the family tree You can blame it on the wind but the storms rolling in across the bay No longer wait for goodbyes No longer lock the door at night As the tan line from my wedding band fades away Watch it fade away