Jeremy Messersmith

You take the skyway, high above the busy little one-way In my stupid hat and gloves at night I lie awake Wonderin' if I'll sleep Wonderin' if we'll meet out in the street But you take the skyway It don't move at all like a subway It's got bums when i

You hate the cold But love the winter Minnesota night Late November So take his hand But keep your distance Let the fallen snow Hide your secrets You'll only break his heart You'll only break his heart You'll only break his heart You'll only break hi

Black sweatband, sticks blur in her hands; she's the drummer She weaves a beat through Kinks and Deep Purple covers Can't shake her off She keeps me tied in knots I'm tangled from the inside out Strung out and tired, a funeral-crier; I'm heartsick So

I've got a car that's always stuck in the last gear It starts and it goes if you leave it alone but you can't steer Taking it out for a Sunday drive on the back roads And it waits till I'm far away from home and the sun is getting low And wouldn't yo

I found honest work and lord knows I tried I found honest work and lord knows I tried Robbed a bank and ran from the fuzz They asked the teller just who I was She said "I don't know, but he had John Dillinger's eyes!" For five long years I was w

I was born in a mortuary Full of worry Ice water in my veins Gave my heart in the school library Never knew her name Lost my tongue in the sanctuary "Heaven spare me!" Hands raised above my head Sent my brain to the seminary Never seen again...

Well I come around every now again And the lights are low in the flickering There's a bit of paper torn to pieces on the floor It's a lonely place cause no one comes here anymore Do you believe in miracles It's not an accident do you believe in mirac

Lucy takes the long way home Meets me in a field of stone She says I don't know how I'm supposed to feel My body's cold my guts are twisted steel I feel like I'm some kind of frankenstein Waiting for a shock to bring me back to life But I don't want

Racing up and down the halls Footsteps echo off the walls Summertime is here again I'm not thinking of the friends I'll leave behind No one wants to be the last one home Bell rings out at 3 o'clock I fly out of the starting block I may be small but I

Fourteen years I was sober I worked hard for my pay Left my tithe at the altar Closed my eyes when I prayed But I'm the repo man and nobody weeps for me The ground is cold in Minnesota Cotton falling on the town I share this hill with a willow But he