classic cars

• çok çok güzel bir şarkı.^*
  
  she was a real royal lady, true patron of the arts
  she said the best country singers die in the back of classic cars
  so if i ever got too hungry for a suitcase or guitar
  to think of them all alone in the dark
  so i laid some nights beside her in a bed made for a queen
  she said i kissed her different, that all the men her age were mean
  gave me anything i wanted, oh the generosity
  i took all that i could, it was free
  now the sky is a torn up denim and the clouds are just splattered paint
  it's a room i'm renovating; it's a name i got to change
  if i get out of california i'm going back to my home state
  to tell them all that i made a mistake
  
  and i keep looking for that blindfold faith
  lighting candles to a cynical saint
  who wants the last laugh at the fly trapped in the windowsill tape
  you can go right out of your mind trying to escape
  from the panicked paradox of day to day
  if you can't understand something then it's best to be afraid
  
  the whole world it loves you if you are a chic chameleon
  intersecting circles she could hang with anyone
  but when conducting business she would lie about where she's from
  saying, "life is how it is not how it was"
  i learned to listen felt like i was back at school
  she'd talk forever about the phases of the moon
  saying, "everything is a cycle, you've got to let it come to you
  and when it does, you will know what to do"
  without even knowing i guess i took her advice
  painted her front door it seemed a suitable goodbye
  it's not that often but i think of her sometimes
  just something quaint, a couple ships in the night
  
  and they keep moving at a glacial pace
  turning circles in a memory maze
  i made a new cast of the death mask that is gonna cover my face
  i had to change the combination to the safe
  hide it all behind a wall let people wait
  and never trust a heart that is so bent it can't break
• (bkz: klasik arabalar)