Lonelyhearts, The
Notes on the Reassignment
Corsets, bowties, and a bottle of Ides in the back of the carYour daddy threw my hands in the gutter underneath the starsAnd I laughed 'cause it was funny the way he screamedAnd the way you put your hands inside of my jeansSummer at the stable, your old camera and playing cardsWe stole a pint of whiskey and pitched a tent in the old junkyardAnd we talked of going to college in the fallAnd the pictures we'll put up on sorority wallsWe try to hold the moment and make it lastBut paradise has locked its wicked doorsNow that I'm a man you're just a memoryMy innocence I left in TennesseeA marriage made on eggshells and that man you found in HellKids with that look in their eyes that Mother isn't wellAnd it's funny how you try to make your loveWhen I'm the only one you're dreaming ofThe love we made betrayed the Southern CrossLook at what we had and what we lostNow that I'm a man you're just a memoryMy innocence I left in TennesseeBut the photographs of our beautiful youthSongtexteThey don't lie, they can only tell the truthBut the photographs of our beautiful youthThey don't lie, they can only tell the truthThey don't lie, they can only tell the truthThey don't lie, they can only tell the truth
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