my brother works for the cia

i'm still looking out your window

your shady tones of home. where dusty memories echo down like rain. and the years grow ever longer

the days go flying by

but i can't wait 'til you and i are finally home again. well there ain't no easy answers when the circus is in town

troubled juries hang each other dead. and the tvs filled with poets

who only write in rhyme

and my brother works for the cia when he's not doing time. when comfort comforts no one

surrounded by your name

there is no one that i can talk to now. and this town is a painting

and i am but a dream

so come live with me outside the lonely fields of midnight may

well there ain't no easy answers when the circus is in town

troubled juries hang each other dead. and the tvs filled with poets

who only write in rhyme

and my brother works for the cia when he's not doing time. and when the night-time tricks me to believing i'm the same

as every barstool in this god damn place. you come put your arms around me

slowly say my name. so come live with me outside the lonely fields of midnight may

well there ain't no easy answers when the circus is in town

troubled juries hang each other dead. and the tvs filled with poets

who only write in rhyme

and my brother works for the cia when he's not doing time.