9811 - Things Uncertain

You were too young to play the fool, but
sometimes they break the rules.
Burdened by your emotional bruise;
Hovering the skies, the demons roost.
I hear them voices ringing, Halleleu --
a child is born. I hear them angels
singing, Halleleu -- Halleleujah,
I tend to believe in things uncertain.
I tend to conceive in things uncertain.
They were always chasing after you
but you angel held fast, wouldn't
let them through. Now they crucify
her -- what will you do? Darkening
the skies, the demons roost.
You were young enough to believe.
You pray. You were too young,
young and free to take it away.
but I saw your knees,
were down, on what they said.
And you were young, and so naieve, that's you.

9811 - Sunny & 73

It's sunny and 74 degrees
just outside of my cosmic cabaret.
Tell me when the rain will go away.
And a boy cries out to his brother.
Don't follow me. Don't follow me.
Don't follow me. No, don't follow me.
'Cause I won't be where it's sunny and 73.
Ain't it funny how it seems?
My luck is like a weeping willow. It sways
but never seems to find a piece of shade.
And a boy cries out to his sister.
Don't follow me. Don't follow me....
It's sunny and 73 degrees
but I know a storm is on the way.
Because it's me I can say.
Because it's me I can say.
No Don't follow me....

9811 - West Virginia

She comes from a land called West Virginia.
She comes from a foreign land.
A bottle of pop and a wooden block can fill a day.
Gaze, stalk, and stare, like a jealous mare.
I know she's coming home from West Virginia.
She comes from a land called West Virginia.
She comes from a father's girl named Georgia.
She's got rhythm and she's got blues beyond Chet Atkins,
but no one cares that no one cares.
But I know she's coming home from West Virginia.
She gives it all. It never ends.
Will it ever come back again?
She gives it all. Will it come back again to her?
She's coming home from West Virigina.