Slate - Uncle Tupelo Lyrics
Slate
Carried it this far
Got the west side winds to keep it steady
We bury the hatchets we find
Could carry that heavy load
If I really thought it would matter
Farcical hair appears
As a blind side, clean the slate
Working in the halls of shame
Lay it down in full view
What the hell were we thinking
Before the fire burned out?
I can't find you now
And I didn't know you then
Loneliness drinks the bitters
Till the cold winds warm again
It's a feel for the game
Mouth open wide, screams and hollers
Working in the halls of shame
Lay it down in full view
Lay it down
I gambled once and won, never made a dollar
And beauty fades to grey
And I pray the very best will guard her
And provide the way
It's a telltale sign
When it's chairs up, and time to go
Working in the halls of shame
Lay it down in full view
Lay it down