who could make it all clean. Out there in the shadow of the modern machine. Walks St. Robinson in his Cadillac dream. . Well Carrie's down in her basement all toe shoes and twin. With the girl in
I hear crickets in the trees. A silent army marching with me through a swarm of bees. A needle dragged across a record slowing down. Along Division St. The lights were dying out. Endless rows of
song, tell the world whats wrong. And the gospel singer, giving those messages of love. Woah, and the soul man, with your heart in the palm of his hand. Singing his stories of love and pain, woah I do
song, tell the world whats wrong. And the gospel singer, giving those messages of love. Woah, and the soul man, with your heart in the palm of his hand. Singing his stories of love and pain, woah I do