Raising Cain

Last night i dreamed i was brooklyn on my own
 Last night i dreamed i was brooklyn on my own
 Lord i couldn't see the shadows all in me,
 I dreamed i was in brooklyn on my own
 Now those demons had there face bright as gold
 Those demons had their faces bright as gold
 They came and shook my hand, fingers crossed behind their back
 Those demons had their faces bright as gold.
 So i'm sittin by my lonesome in the light
 I'm sittin by my lonesome in the light
 I don't know what i see, that light plays tricks on me
 I'm sittin by my lonesome in the light
 And i dont know whats ahead up comin next
 The wind shakes me feet, rattles my head
 There's no tellin home, just a sign up all alone
 Sayin oh, oh elizabeth
 And that season came in quiet with the rain
 And loving you was just like raising cain
 It was strong and bound for glory, and cursed with a thousand stories
 Oh that season came in quiet with the rain
 So i'm pickin up the pieces where i went wrong,
 Oh i'm pickin up the pieces where i went wrong,
 And there's somethin so familiar, like an old bedtime song
 I'm pickin up the pieces where i went wrong...