Hiss Golden Messenger - Cracked Windshield lyrics

Drifting down the line like the gospel ship Magnolia ringing all the bells my head I can feel October coming on the back-scratch wind Red weather calling through the cracked windshield Quite a few have fallen on the path back there When their mamas come calling it's the saddest thing Some are dead and buried Some are never found If you feel a storm coming, better shut your mouth I was a dreamer, babe When I set out on the road But did I say that I could find my way home? Cracked windshield light - will you be the d**h of me? Oh, burn it, babe - just enough to see I've been the king of Brixton and roamed the Bywater 'round I was all the colors of the little river town And the drums the ma**es were like a funeral band Then the Lion of Judah came and stole their flag A song is just a feeling and when you make it pay the rent Next thing that you know, you're saying something you'd never say I was a dreamer, babe When I set out on the road But did I say I could find my way back home? Cracked windshield light - don't you take the best of me Oh, burn it, babe - just enough to see Monday morning, early, getting the kids to school I can fix this, babe - I can fix this, babe I can see the ghosts coming over the tidewater plains I don't know if I'm running