Last night I dreamt
That my hair had turned to white
I was Leland Palmer
With a devil in my eyes
I got up
I got dressed
And took a drive
The sun shined
My black dog
Had turned a shade of white
He'd turned a shade of white
I headed north towards the city
Where I once lived
She used to wave at me
Before hitching up her dress
But now the times have changed
and she can barely blow a kiss
You come and go
But find you're never really missed
You find you're never really miseed
I took the southern
And let it roll under my feet
I turned the radio up
And found a reason to believe
The three things you need
If you're ever on your own
Chuck Berry, Havana moon and a home
I disappeared under a sea of tremolo
I came up
Baring a piece of cattle bone
If the world is really sinking to its knees
my little girl will need to sharpen up her beck
She'll need to sharpen up her beak
She'll make a promise
She'll make a promise
Just for me
To keep it simple
Keep it honest
Keep it free
And when the tide rises
And you think you've seen it all
My little girl
You'd better walk before you crawl
You'd better walk before you crawl
I had a vision
Of myself at 88
I was half alive
Half asleep
And half awake
And though my eyes were closed
I could see the other side
I hit the ceiling
And left my body for the fire
I left my body for the fire
Last night I dreamt
That my hair had turned to white
I was Leland Palmer
With a devil in my eye
Street sweeper
Clean out the garbage in my soul
I am ready
Yeah I am ready
To grow old
I'm gonna walk before I crawl