Mason Jennings: Jackson square

Dust cloud coming off an old dirt roadThat leads up here to this little graveyardSeven lights in a perfect rowAnd under each light is a police carJust because you say it doesnt make it trueYou can say that im guilty man, i just dont careYou can burn my body blackJust dont make me go back to jackson squareI met you on decatur streetWith your little bare feet and your violinI was walking by with my guitar in my handYou smiled at me and i jumped right inBefore i knew it you were all i knewEvery moment together was an answered prayerAfter a while we had some money saved upAnd we rented a room over jackson squareThen one day everything changedYour eyes got strange you didnt seem yourselfYoud go to tell a story and youd start out fineHalfway through it youd be somewhere elseAnd i started having the strangest dreamI held a string and looked up in the airAnd you were glowing with the strangest lightDrifting out of sight over jackson squareLife is something that you cant controlWhen you try to hold onto it it makes you let goThings are not like they were beforeI can hear her crying through the bathroom doorShe says she hears spirits all around the roomAnd theyre telling her things that make her feel scaredI have no idea what to doWere both in over our heads on jackson squareL woke up with a weight on my chestPeope were screaing on the street belowI reached for you, i was alone in the bedWind was blowing through an open windowAnd suddenly i was very old, in a little boatAbsolutely nowhereStaring at the side of the universeAnd your tiny body down on jackson squareAnd dont tell me that there aint no endThere damn well is and it waits in the wingsI see you kneeling there at center stageIn your tiny cage made of angel wingsWhile im here every nightLoading my gun and trying not to go thereAnyone who says that life is clearHas never seen a mirrorOr been to jackson square