When I met you we fought like cane
Kisses sharper than razor blades
Now my hands are tired and thin
And your eyes are sad as violins
Break the shadow from our door
Hard times come again no more
All those restless weary songs are sung
There's no more lines to sing
Break the shadow
Break the shadow
The highways cracked and the sky is too
Threw our change to the old pink moon
Now our furniture is out on the street
Worthless jewels at a pilgrims feet
They came again and stole the day
Seems my blues are on parade