picture a cold and lonely bed to one side a solitary form buried in blankets from feet to head heat turned high but never quite able to feel warm imagine a field with green grass tall and growing the brilliant blades dance under the summer winds breath and brush upon an old buick rusted and eroding such beautiful life impervious to death but here comes the winter remember the time we laughed til our bellies were aching with a joyful pain since then its been cry cry cry me a river since then its been woe woe woe is me since then its been rain rain rain yes i am that shell hollowed and helpless in the field alive but in hell an illusion believed becomes real
['neo-rockabilly', 'rockabilly']