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dust cloud coming off an old dirt road

 that leads up here to this little graveyard

 seven lights in a perfect row

 under each light is a police car

 just because you say it doesn't make it true

 you can say that I'm guilty, man i just don't care

 you can run my body black

 just don't make me go back to Jackson Square

i met you on Decatur street

with your little bare feet and you violin

i was walking by with my guitar in my hand

you smiled at me and i jumped right in

before i knew it you were all i knew

every moment together was an answered prayer

after a while we had some money saved up

and we rented a room over Jackson Square

but one day everything changed

your eyes got strange you didn't seem yourself

you go to tell a story and you start out fine

half way through it you'd be somewhere else

and i started having the strangest dream

i held a string and looked up in the air

and you were glowing with the strangest light

drifting out of sight over Jackson square

life is something that you can't control

when you try to hold on to it, it makes you let go

things are not like they were before

i can hear her crying through the bathroom door

she says she hears spirits all around the room

and they're telling her things that make her feel scared

i have no idea what to do

before were in over our heads on Jackson Square

i woke up with the weight on my chest

people were screaming on the street below

i reached for you, i was alone in the bed

the wind was blowing through an open window

and suddenly i was very old, and a little bold

absolutely nowhere

staring at the side of the universe

and your tiny body down on Jackson Square

and don't tell me that there ain't no end

there damn well is and it waits in the wings

i see you kneeling there at center stage

in your tiny cage made of angel wings

well I'm here every night

loading my gun and trying not to go there

anyone who says that life is clear

has never seen a mirror

or been to Jackson Square