Luthers Windows Lyrics by Badlees, The

Luthers Windows Lyrics

    (alexander)

    Luther's windows are littered with nothing
    A crystal, a picture, a dead potted sage
    A dusty white curtain, the nose prints of a dog
    A shot glass collection from his truck driving days

    Luther's bedroom is as hot as an oven
    With air that's as stale as old forgotten bread
    In a cage on the dresser there's a parrot that talks
    But her name over and over is all that it says

    Turn your back to the sun
    You see only shadows
    Look beneath the stars
    You see only night
    Like a homesick sailor
    Luther's standing in the window
    Watching the world floating by him tonight

    Luther's hands once held a chain
    With keys to a home and a blue chevrolet
    Now he lives with his mother, steals all her liquor
    And chain smokes and stares at the ceiling for days

    Turn your back to the sun
    You see only shadows
    Look beneath the stars
    You see only night
    Like a homesick sailor
    Luther's standing in the window
    Watching the world floating by him tonight

    Luther's sitting by himself on the sofa
    With his head bowed down but his eyes are open wide
    Having a one man revival with an electronic bible
    Listening to the parade going by
    And the bass drum is pounding, the trumpets are bleating
    And he's reading a verse from st. john
    A trickle of light seeps through the blind
    Luther pulls down the shade until he makes up his mind

    Well, turn your back to the sun
    You see only shadows
    Look beneath the stars
    You see only night
    Like a homesick sailor
    Luther's standing in the window
    Watching the world floating by him tonight
    It's floating by him tonight

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