Paroles de Vacant Lot

He's looking like a sailor Who hasn't a ship Same salty song And curled up lips In the land of the brave And running out of vain Waiting for a guy, silver-eyed Like a bullet train Kinda wishes that he wouldn't show up Cause it's all become a stain Of the terra cotta mud Way down in the valley of the mud It opens and closes Before you can get back up Lay down Face and belly in the mud It opens and closes Before you can get back up He's scratching on a ticket With chewed up nails Following a rainbow That's grown too pale Red lights paint the strip in neon blood Gambling on a ride so he raises his thumb Which raised his eyes But nothing seems to come Thinkin' bout the train Hauling terra cotta mud Way down in the valley of the mud It opens and closes Before you can get back up Lay down Face and belly in the mud It opens and closes Before you can get back up Gotta crawl out of the vacant lot But the helping hands Have all been burned Cried wolf, a thousand times Used up every line Lady Luck won't turn again Way down in the valley of the mud It opens and closes Before you can get back up Lay down Face and belly in the mud It opens and closes Before you can get back up Way down in the valley of the mud It opens and closes Before you can get back up Lay down Face and belly in the mud It opens and closes Before you can get back up