Paroles de Smokehouse

I am a tight wire You hold me like a line to throw You give me something that baites me When the tide is low All around I hear the trains coming in One by one But you don't come, no you don't come She makes a smokehouse You cannot find the door to leave The priest is puttering and humming There's something up his sleeve The sun is looking gray today And the birds can't find their way And so you stay, and so you stay I need a moment To whisper something in you ear I got a piece of your puzzle To me you are so clear Some take and then they go and some flow Like a river in the sand Baby I know you can Come on I know you can Baby I know you can Come on I know you can Come on I know you can