Holy cow, look what you've done
You've got me now so I can't speak;
I wonder how you turned out the stars
I hear your laugh
Like falling railway cars,
Far and away, peaking through the bars
Safe behind your own lock and key
--safe for now from me

God only knows how I love you
But God and his ghost
And his roadhouse crew
Ran me out of town on a silver rail
Free at last and begging him for jail

• Cold Enough to Cross
• Edgar Bergen
• Lock & Key
• Mean Flower
• Nico Lost One Small Buddha
• Richard Pryor Addresses a Tearful Nation
• Rough & Tumble
• Scar
• Stop