Magicians From Baltimore

Call me when you get back to Baltimore we’ll talk of things new. Might seem things are fine. Trouble takes its own time and sometimes people too. And we should take a long ride. You and I to Avalon. Take me somewhere new. And it could be such long drive. You and I just babbling. Nothing else to do. Pick up my six string. Play a subtle tune. I’ll fix something to sing with you. I’m tired of splitting nails. In the kitchen she was holding you all alone. In the backs where they throw out the bones. And we should take a long drive. You and I to Avalon. Take me somewhere new. And it could be such long drive with you and I just babbling. Nothing else to do. Are you leaving? Yes, you’re leaving. Just for tonight I’d like you standing by. I was a thief. I faked a call. Emptied a bar in Baltimore. Sat on the stairs, where somebody swears, “Things will get better, in Baltimore.” Where it gets hot on the magnolia. And how did it taste? Crabs on paper. You just kept holding on Baltimore. Ate from a palm. Ate from the shore. But I just stopped growing in Baltimore. Where it gets hot on the magnolia. There is a dream land many miles inside me. And I go there when I can, many miles haunting me.