The Walkabouts

Cul-de-sac

The Walkabouts


Two years since it snowed 
The streets are slush and dirt
They bleed like strangers 
When you first came home 
There were seashells in your eyes
We took things real slow 

But now, you've bought their bill of goods
It's the same old shit
'Cept the end is quick 

You seem to love it on your lips
If you could just stand up 
We'd rise forever 

Cul-de-sac 
Better watch your back 
My heart's a dead-end 

All memory is cursed 
The river use to freeze
We walked on thick ice 

And rememberin' is worse
I've lived to save the dead
And not the livin' 

Cul-de-sac
Better watch your back
My heart's a dead-end 

Flint n' bone n' tin
Ya' started stut-te-rin' again
Knife prayers n' blistered nerves 
The last words that you heard 
As you loosened from the world
Can i get a witness?