Lyrics

He was born in the city, but never really knew what was good
Always searching for something, he moved
He admired the space man, but never understood how to fly
Got caught in the desert , he ran
Slow down there’s plenty of time
Sleeping on concrete sofas sipping on whiskey and wine
Come home. Tired with fear.
Your hearts not ready. It’s not clear
Maybelline was his lady, she always had a guide on his eye
Whispered dreams and sweet nothings, she lied
Little Rock was the city, the place that he’d finally call home
Got lost in the nothing, alone
Slow down there’s plenty of time
Sleeping on concrete sofas sipping on whiskey and wine
Come home. Tired with fear.
Your hearts not ready. It’s not clear
Slow down there’s plenty of time
Sleeping on concrete sofas sipping on whiskey and wine
I believe, I believe, I believe, in a future
I believe, I believe, I believe, that there’s something here
Live it up, live it up, live it up, now it’s getting near
Settle down, settle down, settle down now there’s nothing to fear
Come home. Tired with fear.
Your hearts not ready. Your minds not clear