Well I learned not to say
Much of nothing at best
On the heart staged crusade
Of the American west.
When the sweatiest palms
Clutched the guns on your hips.
When you whispered in tongues,
Yet spoke clear with your lips.
But my aim was true,
And my shot fired clean.
And the love that you knew
Slowly died in the streets
Now there’s a ghost
In the hollows of my mouth
And slowly but surely
You traded your nickels for dimes
Shut your mouth silly girl
I swear you’ll get yours in time.
Well we learned how to hide
On the backsides of streets
In corners and alleys
We’d wait up to speak.
“Well I love you,” she cried
Turned fast to leave
I was torn by another
My heart’s been deceived
She said don’t you
Don’t you leave me lonely
Don’t you leave me lonely boy
Don’t you leave me dead on the street.
Don’t you leave me…
A ghost
That lives in the hollows of your mouth.
There’s a ghost
That lives in the hollows of my mouth
Slowly but surely
You traded your nickels for dimes
Shut your mouth silly girl
I swear you’ll get yours in time.
Slowly but surely,
Someday I’ll make you mine,
But it wont be tonight.
