Sidewalks

I don't remember the last time I heard from you But maybe I just stopped giving a damn Maybe I just quit keeping track Maybe I forgot about you and your friends And how you told me And how you told me I was everything You are a devil in the skin of an angel And I see through you And your hands are painted red But goddamn you look so pretty In your hat and violet dress You're like the bright lights of a city On a postcard in the hands of a stranger in a small town But I've been to where they hope to go And I know I know the truth about the sidewalks The truth about the sidewalks I've been to where they hope to go And I know I know the truth about the sidewalks The truth about the sidewalks You are a devil in the skin of an angel And I see through you And your hands are painted red