Intro: (x4) Smoke it flies from whisky mouths / vagabonds walk this suitcase town summer left us beckoning / the cottonwoods were all worn out night comes fixing on the day / and the universe reigned again while the wheels roll, to find a flickering light While you were sleeping i was the turning the dials and i walled up your kingdom with radio wires and the bells of the choir came in low and rumbling ..aw, you should-a heard them... Instrumental: