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.