Memphis Into The Wild
Cinnamon could never do justice
To the way you look tonight
Proud-faced, your eyes are all shiny
In the sub-zero dawning light
I drove like a madman to get here
And you barely remember my name
I called from the road and you told me to come
‘Cause you had a bad case of the shame
Shame, shame, shame
Shame, shame, shame
What’s your game?
Shame, shame, shame
The towers of glass are like idols
And I’m running away from them now
One morning, they’ll all turn to ashes
I don’t want to be here to see how
It’s hard for two weeks now, I figure
And all the traps are the color of sand
The skyline is made out of stories
So tell me yours while you’re holding my hand
Hand, hand, hand
Hand, hand, hand
You’ll never understand me
So take my hand, hand, hand
It’s hard for two weeks now, I figure
And all the traps are the color of sand
The skyline is made out of stories
Tell me yours while you’re holding my hand
While you’re holding my hand
While you’re holding my hand
