Magicians From Baltimore
Call me when you
Get back to Baltimore
We'll talk of things new
Might seem things are fine
Trouble takes its own time
And sometimes people too
And we should take a long ride
You and I to Avalon
Take me somewhere new
And it could be such long drive
You and I just babbling
Nothing else to do
Pick up my six string
Play a subtle tune
I'll fix something to sing with you
Tired of splitting nails
In the kitchen she was holding you all alone
In the backs where they throw out the bones
And we should take a long drive
You and I to Avalon
Take me somewhere new
And it could be such long drive
With you and I just babbling
Nothing else to do
Are you leaving?
Yes, you're leaving
Just for tonight, I'd like you standing by
I was a thief
I faked a call
Emptied a bar in Baltimore
Sat on the stairs
Where somebody swears
"Things will get better, in Baltimore"
Where it gets hot on the magnolia
Where it gets hot on the magnolia
And how did it taste?
Crabs on paper
You just kept holding on Baltimore
Ate from a palm
Ate from the shore
But I just stopped growing in Baltimore
Where it gets hot on the magnolia
Where it gets hot on the magnolia
Where it gets hot on the magnolia
Where it gets hot on the magnolia
There is a dream land many miles inside me
And I go there when I can
Many miles haunting me
There is a dream land many miles inside me
And I go there when I can
Many miles haunting me
There is a dream land many miles inside me
And I go there when I can
Many miles haunting me
There is a dream land many miles inside me
And I go there when I can
Many miles haunting me
