Lyrics
Feel the pulse and vibration and the rumbling force, tree trunks unprooted beneath the high crescent moon Black, she never said nothing there was nothing she wrote
it ain t easy to swallow it sticks in the throat
Bent over backwards from a hurricane breeze, somebody is out there beating on a dead horse Long, she went with the man in the long black coat
not a word of goodbye not even a note
As the old dance hall on the outskirts of town, you cannot depend on it to be your guide
It ain t easy to swallow it sticks in the throat, there s a soft cotton dress on the line hangin dry
Not a word of goodbye not even a note, not a word of goodbye not even a note
Somebody seen him hangin around, but people don t live or die people just float
She gone with the man in the long black coat, if he wanted to dance he had a face like a mask
Bent over backwards from a hurricane breeze, he looked into her eyes when she stopped him to ask Mark, there was dust on the man in the long black coat
There are no mistakes in life some people say, there was dust on the man in the long black coat
She gone with the man in the long black coat, it is true sometimes you can see it that way
She gone with the man in the long black coat, she went with the man in the long black coat Coat, feel the pulse and vibration and the rumbling force
there are no mistakes in life some people say
Preacher was talking there s a sermon he gave, feel the pulse and vibration and the rumbling force, there was dust on the man in the long black coat
she never said nothing there was nothing she wrote
window wide open african trees
Crickets are chirpin the water is high, when it s you who must keep it satisfied
feel the pulse and vibration and the rumbling force
bent over backwards from a hurricane breeze
but people don t live or die people just float
There was dust on the man in the long black coat, she went with the man in the long black coat, tree trunks unprooted beneath the high crescent moon
Crickets are chirpin the water is high, you cannot depend on it to be your guide
tree trunks unprooted beneath the high crescent moon
tree trunks unprooted beneath the high crescent moon
there are no mistakes in life some people say
bent over backwards from a hurricane breeze
She gone with the man in the long black coat, feel the pulse and vibration and the rumbling force
Somebody seen him hangin around, it ain t easy to swallow it sticks in the throat