Paroles de Bonefields

All and all, I guess that there's so many things that we don't say And it's what makes us sad, I think Sometimes that makes us close But I don't mind, I don't mind In the alleys and the bonefields of Arkansas Past the piles of tires And the smell of hot tar You threw your papers in the rain Under your hat, you had a world A world There ain't no father There ain't no mother There ain't no sister Ain't got no brother Running to no one Running for cover In the valleys and the twilight of Illinois Under the new Moon, I write in my book And I walk the street Where no one lives, not even you But you don't mind You don't mind And, all and all, I guess that there's so many things that we don't say And today, you think that I don't even like you But don't you know? You are my world You are my world There ain't no father There ain't no mother I don't see my sister Ain't got no brother Running to no one Left to each other There ain't no father There ain't no mother I don't see my sister Ain't got no brothers Running to Jesus Running to lovers Running to strangers Running for cover Running to no one Left to each other