She stumbles from a strange bedroom dark and cold
He pretends he's still sleeping
Hours before she felt so warm
Such things are so fleeting
She gathers her clothes rubs the sleep from her eyes
She disappears forever
And the early morning cracks like a slow grin
Merchant fumbles for the keys on the streets of the East End
He waits in the park by the spray painted arch
for the men who are willing to pay
He goes for a ride past the swing set and slide
as a child he used to come play
And then he gets out they're gone with the wink of an eye
They disappear forever
And the loneliness cuts deep like a cold wind
Lost souls roam like ghosts on the streets of the East End
She comes home from school he waits in her room
Mother's away for the day
She's too young to leave besides who would believe
She lets him have his way
A last tear of innocence falls from her eye and disappears forever
The sun shies away on a pale rim
A man collects cans to buy cheap gin
From the newly ordained to the old hand
Those that fall from grace land on their feet on the streets of the East End
credits
from Black Sheep Blues,
released June 1, 2014
EAST END
Kelley Looney | vocals and bass
Ray Kennedy | organ and harmonium
David Rawlings | electric guitar
Craig Wright | drums and percussion
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