kristy finally sold a painting so we decided to drive to the outsider blues fest in toronto we packed a coupla bags and left bright and early once we got outta town i put on some mississippi fred mcdowell kristy said don t you think we ll be hearing enough blues this weekend so i played sticky fingers and i sang along to each word of each song kristy drove with two fingers on the steering wheel drummin i skipped you gotta move kristy asked why i said i thought you said i thought you said no blues the pills we had taken were kickin in i ve never seen my own heart we never see our own hearts that s the truly weird part can t asses any damage or survey the scars but i see through the trees some place i ve never known and i won t live to see there s simply too many other places to get to but one day i ll quit thinking so much i ll quit moving around and plan a flag in this ground that s a difference you know you can really feel i guess you can t own it like sometimes you get lucky with a straight flush with no wilds the you gotta say alright fellas come on now lets all put away the guns but after the darkness there s a light after the darkness there s light outsider blues and a parking lot shot through the pain pills and booze kristy kept bumping me with her hip and smiling i might have felt like i was saved then but i know what i feels just one version of real if there s one thing that can not be taught it s belief outsider blues with little to lose outsider blues with little to lose