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The Best of Cris Williamson (Chris Williamson) · The Essential Cris Williamson (Cris Williamson) · Paint and Paint (Haircut 100) · Meg & Cris at Carnegie Hall (Cris Williamson) · Chansons et Cris, Vol. 1 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Paradise (On Earth) [Multi Tracks Tribute to Cris Cab] (Remix Kit) · Cris Delanno (Cris Delanno) · Meg/Cris at Carnegie Hall (Cris Williamson) · Cris Méndez (Cris Méndez) · I Ride an Old Paint (Greg Keckler) – and 90 other albums »


scrape her paint off
In their same old foolish ways

Now the people see the river
But the old ship's gone away
Water turns cold and gets to freezing
scrape her paint off
In their same old foolish ways

Now the people see the river
But the old ship's gone away
Water turns cold and gets to freezing
There's a house
By the rails that I know
In a valley
Of
It's own

With trains and bones
And birds in the yard
Where the wild
Nettles
Grow
laugh like that, so full. 
Not since you were nine. 

[Chorus]
Unsettled, severing
Always severing old ties. 
One last good-bye
May last the rest
you think of me up there?
Can I say goodbye to you?
And paint the stains of the teardrops down my face
Or feel the chill of your warm embrace?
Can I
I saw roses choking in the grass flaking paint
In a broken window pane
A mailbox barely standin' by the driveway
I can almost read the name

A swing
day by day

Somewhere in my dreams I can see
Lying the colours of my world
Where my spirit sometimes falls
And I wonder if there's a way to paint these
the oldest and we were the closest we worked that old farm side by side

I guess that's the reason it hit me the hardest the morning that my papa died
All I
Paint black, sunset, I left marks on this town so you won't forget
Gypsy, vagabond, baby you're coming down but I haven't yet
Old shoes, old news,
If I could stick my hand in my heart
Spill it all over the stage
Would it satisfy you
Would it slide on by you
Would you think the boy is strange
A nice environment
Surprised, entirely hypnotized by the sound I surround the hydrants
Taking lives of firemen
Say goodbye, here I am again
Naked wives
on time with mine thanks to them old Doc prescriptions
West side flourishing again, this what 2Pac envisioned
Obama freeing lifers, that was locked in
tryna finish up the last so I can sit it in a stash
Old E. sweat dripping from the bag
Milk crates sitting on the Ave.
While I'm looking left and right
tryna finish up the last so I can sit it in a stash
Old E. sweat dripping from the bag
Milk crates sitting on the Ave.
While I'm looking left and right