Moseley Shoals

The house caught on fire in the winter
The bosses lay slain
And each of the workers decided to ten-fold their pay
And they saw in the mirror the sun had been shot down in flames
And nobody minded the hole in the sky or the rain

But it doesn't really matter when the judgements are said
'cause we all take our chances to find out romance is in some others bed
And you might burn your fingers hock your best rings for those
Who'd have you standing naked then publicly auction the use of a hose

All the children were laughing their faces in half at the pain
Of the girl who loved talking to walls and jumping at trains
And the words that ring true in the playground of fools will remain
And nobody minded the hole in the sky or the rain

But it doesn't really matter when the rights have been read
'cause we all take our chances to glance at the wife in the opposite bed
And i bet nero and pilate could easily explain
How policemen & pirates get stoned in glass houses just finding their way

I see double up ahead
Where the riverboat swayed beneath the sun
Is where the river runs red
Like a King who stalks the wings and shoots a dove
And frees an eagle instead
It's more or less the same as the things that you said
I see trouble up the road
Like the things you found in love are by the way
And like to cheat on your soul
Like the best and worst of thoughts that lose control
Before you lie on your bed
It's more or less the same as the things that you said
Anyway for all the things you know tell me why does the river not flow
Anyway for all the things you said tell me why does the river run red
Anyway for all the things you've seen tell me when will the river run green
And anyway for all the things you know tell me why does the river not flow
It's more or less the things you fail to say in your way that's your trouble
Like a King who stalks the wings and shoots the moon and the stars
And his double
It's more or less the same as the things that you said
I see trouble up ahead
Where the river boat swayed beneath the sun
Is where the river runs red
I see double - that's my trouble.

Saturday afternoon the sunshine pours like wine through your window
But I know golden June can turn an empty grey against your window
And I feel like I'm on the outside of a circle-
If I walk by the trees I'll catch the falling leaves if the wind blows
But I know all this means is whiling on the hours watching side-shows
Will I turn my coat to the rain I don't know
But I'm going somewhere I can warm my bones
Fare you well I'll carry me away
and sing for those I know upon their birthdays.

Who is that upon the stairs
acting like he don't know where
and who is laying down all the cards
and giving me the wrong things to say
and like a wheel on the table
He's a Cain to my Abel: Oh.....it's my shadow
A confessor to my dreams casting ribbons round my feet Oh.....into my day
It's my shadow
Making eyes until the sun lights the daytime as she comes Oh..... into my day
Happy in the time when I would have been there to see you
Happy in the time when I would have been there at all
Happy when the night is gone and I believe you
Happy when the night is gone and I need a call.
Who is chasing in the wind all the letters never sent
and who is dusting down the stars and giving me the wrong moves to make.
And like a wheel on the table, he's a Cain to my Abel
dancing upon the floor, its my shadow
making eyes until the sun blinds the daytime as she comes Oh.....into my day
Its my shadow
Like a willow to my stream casting heaven round my feet Oh.....into my day.
When you find that things are getting wild is that
the hardest smile that you can ever feel.
Paralysed until the sun lights the daytime as she comes.
And if my shadow comes a creeping
Then I'll always find me sleeping in the sun.

Well I'm waiting standing on the corner
And it's coming 40 past the hour
In the midnight lonely freezing hour
With my insides churning in the gutter
And I'm waiting 40 past midnight
Catching rain in the soda light
Won't you come & call me to your window
Please don't leave me waiting on the corner
We could have the best time if you lighten up your life
With my pockets holey in the inside
With my bus ride rolling in the gutter
But if you would only light your lamp ligh
Then I would be here than any other
Well I'm waiting 40 past midnight
Catching cold in the pouring rain
Won't you come & take me to your door
So I can take myself home again
When I'm waiting standing on the corner
And the soda light begins to flicker
And it's getting 40 past the hour
And I think I won't see what I figure
Well I'm waiting freezing on the inside
Staring up at your window pane
If you won't come see me this evening
I can see myself here again

Well hello my old friend you know I've been away
I'm not asking for much but please remember my name
You've been lining your pockets for no other reason
Than to buy up the things that I gave without reasonable pay
Well I wondered through fortune and I flirted with fame
but we never got the money we always gave it away
Old benchmark on the park he got lost on the world
but he doesn't seem to know about any of it at all
he said - all the things that I wanted
you know I had to pay and pay...
and so I say

The house caught on fire in the winter
the bosses lay slain
and each of the workers decided to ten-fold their pay
and they saw in the mirror the sun had been shot down in flames
and nobody minded the hole in the sky or the rain
but it doesn't really matter when the judgements are said
'cos we all take our chances to find out romance is in some others bed
and you might burn your fingers hock your best rings for those
who'd have you standing naked then publicly auction the use of a hose
all the children were laughing their faces in half at the pain
of the girl who loved talking to walls and jumping at trains
and the words that ring true in the playground of fools will remain
and nobody minded the hole in the sky or the rain
but it doesn't really matter when the rights have been read
'cos we all take our chances to glance at the wife in the opposite bed
and I bet Nero and Pilate could easily explain
how policemen & pirates get stoned in glass houses just finding their way.