Tristan Omand Two Dumb Lovers
Try so hard, but can’t get back home
Lost somewhere, down by Arkansas
Like a chain link fence, on a moonlit night in town
Almost like there’s no one at all around
Day and night she draws her veil
Imagining and picturing the nail
That she would drive through his head
In the picture she hung over the bed
And It’s such a strange simple dream
Two dumb lovers in a brown Plymouth Sunbeam
With Omaha plates, in some southern state
They’d rather not say
Turn down the road marked the way
A sound in the near, sent him to turn to stone
Like the sound of a bullet, right down to the bone
And his father and his mother hit the road
And abandoned him with a friend in Muscle Shoals
Far away from everyone
Broken down, misguided son
Couldn’t lie, couldn’t steal
Couldn’t love, couldn’t feel
