WORDS

ANY OTHER WAY 

You’re hanging linen out to dry. You can hang me, too. 

They haven’t paved the streets in years, so no one passes through. 

I still hear the wish I made when I was a kid. 

Ducking back into the alleys, hiding from my lips. 

 

This is for the hole inside me. This is for my stomach growling. 

This is how I keep my soul clean. This is where I shake the blood off my dreams, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. 

 

Don’t you ever lie to me. See what I can do? 

You can stand there in the dead black with no ones eyes on you. 

And hold onto that hope in Hell you just go on about. 

I won’t feel a thing my dear. As if you had a doubt. 

 

This is for the hole inside me. This is for my stomach growling. 

This is how I keep my soul clean. This is where I shake the blood off my dreams, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. 

 

I’m missing digits, but it all goes with the job. 

I’m speckled like a robin’s egg with ruby polka dots. 

Sixteen years of union cards, I can’t sleep at night 

for fear I’ll wake up staring into the ghosts of a million eyes. 

 

This is for the hole inside me. This is for my stomach growling. 

This is how I keep my soul clean. This is where I shake the blood off my dreams, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. 

 

I wouldn’t have it any other way.

 

 

Jim Walker - Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Keyboards, Drums