Green Blanket (Part 1) out on the street it isn't so bad or all that it's cracked up to be some are half crazy others plain stupid some there just want to be free some there just want to be free you know I can't tell you I promised it's secret besides you don't really care but the place that I sleep it's the size of a quarter it's down 'neath the top of the stairs and where do you think that you're goin' with that? your little girl's waitin' I'm sure I'm numb and I'm cold and I'm so goddamn old and it's too late tonight for a miracle cure if this rain keeps on falling it'll wash me away down through the gutter and out to the bay where the red and the gold and the silver fish play that's someplace where no one will find me someplace where no one will find me someplace where no one will tell me a lie block all the exits lock up the sky they get too close and I tell 'em goodbye before they tell me why... down on the shoreline we lived in a box each sunrise was special to me and heaven was running like gasoline on the water I'd shiver and shake just to see and watch 'em climb out of the cars up on blocks green blankets and bags full of junk not much was said we'd just roll up our bed and head to the wharves to get on a drunk and the streets are still empty as the stars disappear it's cool and so quiet and the moment is so clear and your face gives off light but there's nobody near they're someplace where no one will find me someplace where no one will find me 'cause out on the street it isn't so bad or all that it's cracked up to be some are half crazy others plain stupid some there just want to be free some there just want to be free © 1997 Peter Case BUG Music (BMI) previous song lyric | next song lyric Peter Case | Peter Case News | Peter Case Tours Vanguard | What's New | Raves | Tours | Promos | Search | Store | About Contact Peter with questions and comments: PeterCaseInfo@VanguardRecords.com ©2000 Vanguard Records. Questions or comments, contact us at VanguardRecords