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Raining In Baltimore

This circus is falling down on its knees The big top is crumbling down It’s raining in Baltimore fifty miles east Where you should be, no one’s around I need a phone call I need a raincoat I need a big love I need a phone call These train conversations are passing me by And

Rain King

When I think of heaven Deliver me in a black-winged bird I think of flying down into a sea of pens and feathers And all other instruments of faithand sex and God in the belly of a black-winged bird. Don’t try to feed me I’ve been here before and I deserve a little more I

Ghost Train

I took the cannonball down to the ocean Across the desert from the sea to shining sea I rode a ladder that climbed across the nation Fifty million feet of earth between the buried and me "How do you do?" She said "Hey, how do you do?" She buys a ticket cause it’s cold were

Omaha

Start tearing the old man down Run past the heather and down to the old road Start turning the grain into the ground Roll a new leaf over In the middle of the night there’s an old man Treading around in the gathered rain Hey mister if you want to walk on water Would you

Sullivan Street

Take the way home that leads back to Sullivan Street Cross the water and home through the town Past the shadows that fall down wherever we meet Pretty soon now I won’t come around I’m almost drowning in her sea She’s nearly fallen to her knees Take the way home Take the way home that

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