as i drove away over the dead leaves of your southern 
town 
i watched you wave and wave - in the mirror i saw you 
wave 
as the autumn fell - until i made my turn and i said oh 
well 
this could well bee the last time i see your beautiful 
hands 
your frozen hands your trembling hands that could not 
hold on 
to any heart that's warm to any lie that's cold your 
hands 
were made to burn in the sun 

i like to get there safe i like to get my sleep 
selfish with my time like it was something i could keep 
oh but you know the truth it never helped you much 
it only beat it drum it woke sleeping beauty up too 
much 
it woke her up too much x2 
the bankers the liars and the thieves 
they want to sell you into a life of fear 
they call it a plan that will make you free 
but nothings free - you taught me that my dear 

no one can love the way you love 
with the blind purity of a honey bee 
but now that sweetness feels like a mistake i grieve 
it poisons my life - becomes a prison i don't want to 
leave 
as i drove away over the dead leaves 
and merged into the stream of those who know their 
lines 
stagnant reason why we travel so far away from our 
hearts 
like flies caught in jars 
little flies buzzing in cars