Dreaming again of a train track ending at the edge of the sea
(Big black cloud was low and rolling our way)
Dog at the barbed wire barking at my buzz cut friends and me
(Sound of a switchblade shinig in the summer rain)
No one on the corner had a quarter of the telephone
Everybody bitching, "There's nothing on the radio"

Dreaming again of a city full of fathers in their army clothes
(Chattering boys and a chicken at the chopping block)
All of us lost at the crosswalk waiting for the other to go
(Didn't find a friend but, boy, I really bought a lot)
Someone bet a dollar that my daddy wasn't coming home
Everybody bitching, "There's nothing on the radio"

Dreaming again that its freezing and my mother's in her flowerbed
(Long dead rows of daffodils and marigolds)
Changing her face like a shadow on the gravel, this is what she said
(Blood on my chin chewing on a red rose)
"No one lives forever and the Devil never sleeps alone"
Everybody bitching, "There's nothing on the radio"