Morning Glory(2006 Remaster) - Tim Buckley

Morning Glory (2006 Remaster) - Tim Buckley
I lit my purest candle close to my
Window hoping it would catch the eye
Of any vagabond who passed it by
And I waited in my fleeting house
Before he came I felt him drawing near
As he neared I felt the ancient fear
That he had come to wound my door and jeer
And I waited in my fleeting house
Tell me stories
I called to the hobo
Stories of cold
I smiled at the hobo
Stories of old
I knelt to the hobo
And he stood before my fleeting house
No said the hobo
No more tales of time
Don't ask me now to wash away the grime
I can't come in
Cause it's too high a climb
And he walked away from my fleeting house
Then you be damned
I screamed to the hobo
Leave me alone
I wept to the hobo
Turn into stone I knelt to the hobo
And he walked away from my fleeting house