Tell me why his dried-up heart is flaking on my pillow
It left its bones on the railroad
The feeling man was bound, by fate, to be an inmate
So I'm in mourning, losing limbs all over the place
Come down to the coast to see
To whom do the bones belong that linger 'neath the willow
To whom do the bones belong that linger 'neath decorum?
No room, no room
He said, "Come be my lover, jump in my bed."
Cold sweat, get bent