Wheat kings and pretty things Sundown in the Paris of the prairies Wheat kings have all their treasures buried And all you hear are the rusty breezes Pushing around the weather vane Jesus In his Zippo lighter, he sees the killer's face Maybe it's someone

Of a windmill going round Guess I'll always be a soldier of fortune And the songs that I have sung Echo in the distance Like the sound I have often told you stories about the way I lived the life of a drifter Waiting for the day When I'd take your hand

I wanna see you but you're not mine I didn't even see you when I liked you Now I ain't got no time Girl I wanna see you undo it Twist around the lounge Sun drowns the house Stick another pill in my head and go to bed We're not doing it again so leave it

When the sun goes down and ain't nobody around, I'ma be there And when you tryna find forever and you lookin' in the clouds, I'ma be there I would've saved it all, if it's gone and all lost is lost, yeah And when you look up in the stars, hopin' I Could

You're not alone You're not alone, I'm awake Oh oh oh, I'll just lay here and wait For the first light of the day Oh oh oh, you're the sun that I crave You're the first light of the day You're not alone No I won't leave you now I always be around

And I know I'm gonna steal her eye My sun-eyed girl She doesn't even know what's wrong And I know I'm gonna make her die Take her where her soul belongs I saw her, yeah I saw her with her black tongue tied Round the roses Fist pounding on a vending

Let's take another crazy trip around the sun Rockin' this big old rock just tryn'a have fun So let's drink another beer, here's to another year, It's a hang on kinda ride, whispin' in through space and time, Well they say the sea is rising, well that's

'Round midnight, midnight It begins to tell I do pretty well, till after sundown Suppertime I'm feelin' sad But it really gets bad 'Round midnight Memories always start 'round midnight Haven't got the heart to stand those memories When my heart is still

Sees the sun going down And the eyes in his head But the fool on the hill See the world spinning round Day after day Alone on a hill The man with the foolish grin Is keeping perfectly still But nobody wants to know him

It begins to tell, 'round midnight, midnight. I do pretty well, till after sundown, Suppertime I'm feelin' sad; But it really gets bad, 'round midnight. Memories always start 'round midnight Haven't got the heart to stand those memories, When my heart is