The Early Days

Cemeteries Downtown by Old Man Luedecke
 I like the cemeteries downtown
 That's where I take my sinking thoughts to drown
 And when it rains on the gravestones, the moss is all around
 And it covers marks on me I've never found
 Death lies under a grassy sheath
 Blades planted there like questions of belief
 Usually I'm too trapped to think what stars I am beneath
 Oh for one ghostly sign that I could reach
 Oh Lord I'm a mile beyond the moon, mile beyond the moon I know
 Oh Lord I'm a mile beyond the moon, and I don't see no sign of you
 Sometimes they'll drive away my gloom
 It's like the city's most natural bedroom
 And I've heard music coming from the stones
 Guitar picker doing it for the bones