Birmingham

WISH I WAS A PAINTER

CHARCOAL AND BUFFALO

OR A PRESIDENTIAL MOTORCADE

WHERE THE COPS JUST COME AND GO

RETURN ME TO THE STATION

A BUS AND EMPTY BAG

FALL ASLEEP WATCHING A TWISTER

IN SOME BROKEN-DOWN HOTEL IN BIRMINGHAM

CAUSE I WISHED I WAS A CALENDAR

WITH NUMBERS AND GOOD NAMES

VARIATING SLIGHTLY

BUT ONLY THE PICTURES EVER CHANGE

MARK ME RETURN TO SENDER

I'M LIKE A LETTER WITHOUT A STAMP

I WASN'T WRITTEN TO BE READ

AND NOW I'M SLEEPLESS IN THIS BED

IN SOME BROKEN-DOWN HOTEL IN BIRMINGHAM

HELD HER HAND IN OLD SAVANNAH

MARIGOLD PRINT ON HER DRESS

HER HAIR WAS COMBED AND PARTED

LIKE A BEAUTIFUL PRINCESS

I DIDN'T SEE YOU AT THE ALTAR

WAY BACK THEN YOU WERE SO DRUNK

YOU WERE WASHED UP ON SOME HOOKERS BED

BEHIND A SHITTY RESTAURANT

BOUGHT HER PRETTY CLOTHES AND DIAMONDS

LIKE I WAS BORN TO BE HER MAN

WE WERE MORE THAN COMMENTARY OR A CHEAP HEADLINE GRAB

SO WHEN THE WIND BLOWS IN YOUR WINDOW

CAUSE THE STORM DON'T GIVE A DAMN

PRAY THE WINDOW DON'T BREAK ACROSS THE WRIST OF YOUR WRITING HAND

ON A STATIONARY WET WITH TEARS

OF THE PEOPLE'S BACKS YOU STABBED

WHEN YOU'RE HIDING LIKE A ROBBER

WITH NO ONE'S PURSE TO GRAB

REMEMBER ME

STANDING THERE HOLDING OUT MY HAND

IN A BROKEN-DOWN HOTEL IN BIRMINGHAM