Silver Zippo Lighter Songtext

von Jeff Beadle

Somewhere in the dust lies the fragments of my dreams
Left without a wimper or a trace
They have been burned beneath the ashes, levelled by the taxes paid and I was left with nothing but my face
It seems all my peers have hit the pavement
Wearing down there shoes, I'm in a rustic restaurant near tennessee
It took one look in that mirror and one flip through the pages of my youth to see how much I have dissolved
When I see pretty people in pretty cars drive up and down the boulevards
I know i'm not in the right place, See the times they are a changing, I hope that all my fantasies might grace me with their presence again

The silver zippo lighter danced the shadows off their face
Between a border and a water fall serene
Where your neighbours burning tires, the soot from all the fires killed the neighbourhood it all became mundane
To all my weak and distant lovers, fallen friends and brothers
I've put my emotions on parade, left a piece of you in phrases, in between the pages and marvelled at each beautiful embrace
But when I look out to see my girls on dewy green and backlit pearl, I'll know i've come to the right place, these are the times, these are the ages i hope that all my fantasies might grace me with their presence again

Oh, keeping the roots strong
Keeping the ghosts of families past living on through their own homes
Oh, stomping the old grounds
The barn burning down on a sheet in november near the farm in the old town