G (320003@1)                     Am7dust (x02010@1)cloud coming off an old dirt road
      D7 (xx0212@1)                   Gthat (320003@1)leads up here to this little graveyard
 G (320003@1)               Am7seven (x02010@1)lights in a perfect row
       D7 (xx0212@1)             Gunder (320003@1)each light is a police car
                                Amjust (x02210@1)because you say it doesn't make it true
        D (xx0232@1)                         Gyou (320003@1)can say that I'm guilty, man i just don't care
               Amyou (x02210@1)can run my body black
            D (xx0232@1)                 Gjust (320003@1)don't make me go back to Jackson Square



G,Am,D,G 



i met you on Decatur street
with your little bare feet and you violin
i was walking by with my guitar in my hand
you smiled at me and i jumped right in
before i knew it you were all i knew
every moment together was an answered prayer
after a while we had some money saved up
and we rented a room over Jackson Square

but one day everything changed
your eyes got strange you didn't seem yourself
you go to tell a story and you start out fine
half way through it you'd be somewhere else
and i started having the strangest dream
i held a string and looked up in the air
and you were glowing with the strangest light
drifting out of sight over Jackson square

life is something that you can't control
when you try to hold on to it, it makes you let go
things are not like they were before
i can hear her crying through the bathroom door
she says she hears spirits all around the room
and they're telling her things that make her feel scared
i have no idea what to do
before were in over our heads on Jackson Square

i woke up with the weight on my chest
people were screaming on the street below
i reached for you, i was alone in the bed
the wind was blowing through an open window
and suddenly i was very old, and a little bold
absolutely nowhere
staring at the side of the universe
and your tiny body down on Jackson Square

and don't tell me that there ain't no end
there damn well is and it waits in the wings
i see you kneeling there at center stage
in your tiny cage made of angel wings
well I'm here every night
loading my gun and trying not to go there
anyone who says that life is clear
has never seen a mirror
or been to Jackson Square