G Am7 dust cloud coming off an old dirt road D7 G that leads up here to this little graveyard G Am7 seven lights in a perfect row D7 G under each light is a police car Am just because you say it doesn't make it true D G you can say that I'm guilty, man i just don't care Am you can run my body black D G just 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
