jump the turnstiles

Singer:chris robinson brotherhood

smoke ring halos

feet made of clay

open spaces and narrow ways

nightbird cry'n at the end of an age

white leather gloves lay the saint in his grave

hung on a rusty nail in the back room of a

nickel a dance pass the jug around

the devil's plain lazy if he don't bust out

no one's a stranger when it's raining outside

if there's a hole in your shoe then come on inside

do you know how you feel?

are you that far gone inside?

let love make it real

come on let's jump the turnstile

bag full of beads

black tongue divine

let go the rabbit by the pale moon light

don't stoke the fire with paper hands

to build you a boat you need a little dry land

do you know how you feel?

are you that far gone inside?

let love make it real

come on let's jump the turnstile

soft grass lullabies

in the cinnamon sunshine

rose pedal soft

sickly sweet

love sick charlie and tear drop molly

just jumped out of their seats

euphoria dancing

dripping chandeliers

flatfooted shufflers or those well heeled

call my mind diamond

call my heart gold

call me gone and off down the road

call me gone and off down the road