I've been to the blood red bridge,
the hawks like to shake down
I cut the shirt and bled all over it,
Keep it in the dresser, sometimes wear it as a nightgown
I've been to the earth-red cliffs,
is that tide dragging you out or just pulling you in?
Why am I so tired all of the time?
I've been to the blood red bridge,
America's icon is a highway
I didn't drive over it,
I fled the scene and took the highroad to the beach
We don't get waves like this on the East coast,
Don't they beat your body like some primordial joke?
Why am I so tired all of the time? Take a red eye flight home.
Now I'm home Why am I home?
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I don't remember who recommended this band to me but I should figure it out and thank them profusely. Just a spectacular album all the way through. Nick