Constellation Blues - The Wallflowers

You can tell a few things about the soul of a town

The blood of the men gone in the ground

Bankrupt and buried by war that is carried out by messengers now

Was born here and married, too young staring the nose the barrel down

Went milk to whiskey to courthouse sitting with a stone in her wedding gown

My birthday’s in two months, I’ll be twenty one

I am the second oldest to an only son

Third generation to carry a gun

I’ve got brown eyes like my mother does

First I saw blood was in a soldier’s hair

Was drying to his forehead in the dessert air

I knew his name once but his face I don’t dare

Recall in the moments I go back there

Off the record do you see my tears

On my face and in my ears

As the silos reappear

And all of our journeys have led us right back here

There’s something in the water we’ve been passing around

We’ve eaten the berries there is no doubt

Like our father before us, his paper crown

Kings of nowhere that was ever found

The angels that used to be guarding our beds

They’ve all wandered off and left us instead

Too strung out and much too sick to defend

Laying in the bathwater all lit up again

It’s not a rumor, it’s more than true

There’s nothing I wouldn’t do

Be somewhere with only you

Share a little, these constellation blues

When it comes to my death now let it be slow

And may I be hunted in the hills I know

Let God be certain I was ready to go

But keep that secret from my children though