A cork screw to my heart, ever since we've been apart.
Shadows are falling and I've been here all day/It's too hot to sleep, time is running away/Feel like my soul has turned into steel/I've still got the scars that the sun didn't heal.
I never wanted to be a prophet or a saviour. Elvis maybe
I fought with my twin, the enemy within.
Nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street.
The cavalries charged and the Indians died, oh the country was young with God on its side.