For Tim Buckley © 1996 by Mick Overman OhCorina Music (ASCAP) all rights reserved

Well there's blues in my kitchen

Darken my door

You chased them out the last time

(I got to feelin' like movin')

Now they've come back for more

(I got to movin' so slow)

I told you once before and you listened

How come you can't hear me anymore?

 

Sunday came down so easy

Morning rose up so slow

I've been plucked up in midstream

What's become of you I'm afraid to know

Hold out my hand to empty spaces

Hold out in my hand the love you don't want to know

 

There's a crossfire out my window

Price on everyone I know

They say the flags are waving northward

If I had the sense I would go

(Please) Throw me a penny in the fountain (my friend)

I'll wash this tattoo from my soul

 

 

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For Tim Buckley © 1996 by Mick Overman OhCorina Music (ASCAP) all rights reserved
For Tim Buckley © 1996 by Mick Overman OhCorina Music (ASCAP) all rights reserved
For Tim Buckley © 1996 by Mick Overman OhCorina Music (ASCAP) all rights reserved
For Tim Buckley © 1996 by Mick Overman OhCorina Music (ASCAP) all rights reserved