don't expect no favors
nothing in return
tell all your cross-eyed neighbors that it's none of their concern
open the shades melinda
let in the outside air
i'm deep in doubt and i can't get out
and it must be dark in there
i wanna walk with you in the morning mist
though i should be home by now
and there must be some way outta this
i was thinking you'd know how
and my judgement may be shaky
and my shoes are soaking through
'cause the weeds are wet and i haven't yet made any sense of you
all the midnight angels
fold their wings by dawn
the same old wild-eyed strangers sit and watch em till they're gone
i let the night unravel
forget my vain pursuits
cept to feel that gray rock gravel