Bridge City Rose

You didn't know, you couldn't stand to watch it all slip through your hands
The wayward angel, your promised land, they've burnt to the ground
Stone-drunk on halloween, the shift is like some trick to me
When a call comes from your balcony but no one's around
So pick your fight, break down the door, endless nights waging war against yourself
on the bathroom floor, spilling it out.
Now I'm on the bed, her hair's undone, my face is wet,
Her face is worn from empty years and bitter scorn and a Victorian love.
I don't wanna cause you grief and I don't wanna take the lead.
Hey little girl, all I wanna see is you getting off.
Clenching thirst and heavy breath, naked as the night we met,
You left it up to me I guess but I'm slow on the draw.
So while the poor boys sit lonesome at the last call
and the shy ones stare down at their toes,
I'll make way for that woman and the mean kingdom coming,
I get tired walking these streets alone.
And I call her my Bridge City Rose, yeah, I'll call her my Bridge City Rose.
The garden on her windowsill, her crystal moons and family stills,
jawbone treasures, beatnik thrills and blood-red mulled wine.
The sweetgum hanging overhead, with books I bought but never read.
Can I lay low here, can I stop instead and stay for a while?
'Cause I cant remember the last time I wasn't drawn in neon lights.
Say come drink up the water's fine and the whiskey's half off.
But before you find yourself torn between lovers
or you're stuck wearing yesterday's clothes.
Best make way for that lady and her sweet spirit breaking
Fine glass against any old stone.
Yeah I called her my Bridge City Rose, yeah, I called her my Bridge City Rose.