C - John Vanderslice

Sticky sweet said, won't you come with me, I did not dare refuse her company She don't dance, she can't count, we got nothing to talk about There was one thing

I was lookin' out on dry land, no intentions, I didn't have no plans That's when I knew, no doubt, I had hit bottom and I was getting out No more people to hold

Staring out the window like I'm waiting for a change If I stare long enough i'd see it when it came Use the book of numbers by the silent telephone Called up ev

Falling so hard for you woman, would you say that love's a crime Jury can call me in guilty, but I want what's mine And now I'm crying out in anger, the night h

It's so late and I'm so tired I started out with Washington and ended up with Jefferson Oh ashen blue, 1862 Offset on a quarter block, mounted up on acid-free B

When they laid you out on the metal table They got the suit right but they weren't able to erase the glare You've been dead for 16 years a myth suspended in amb

I had to go, I was a prisoner Of biology and math, like everybody else Open the window I drive all night, through the thule fog If they don't ground me somehow,

I haven't seen you around Since security had your face in the ground Oh how I admire your endless fight Vengeance as pure as the silvery light Lay down Your day

I booked a room up on the 31st and climbed out, onto the window ledge Walked past, out past the awning, a warm night in early September And high above the city