The Oaks on Prince St. - Houston Calls

Stand beside me

Tell me you don’t really know

Smile politely

through your indifferent glare

See a sure sign

A clear night pierced by a cloud

in the skyline

Gun smoke suspended in air

What did I miss

It seemed like fate was on our side

from the first kiss

When we both knew this would last

Her voice fades away like FM stations in the outskirts

We’re twisting at the dial as white noise to our remains

Well it’s a war cry

My darlin' don’t confuse love

with a good time

then we could both walk away

And even as the story piece by piece is torn asunder

And even as this house we built so strong burns all around

It seems that all we do is run away to dream and wonder

But don’t forget the oaks on Prince street never fell to ground…

Stuff rewinds to

the moment inside you

Stop caring like I do

Don’t try to devalue

the times that still feel true

The rest you can lie through

Stuff rewinds to

(One good house with the broken windows)

the moment inside you

(See it chip every time the wind blows)

Stop caring like I do

(right behind…)

Don’t try to devalue

(And all that’s left are the smoke and ashes)

the times that still feel true

(And you remember how bad the crash is)

The rest you can lie through

(Good emotion)

A cigarette stained with lipstick sits beside an ashtray

It’s the only thing left I have of you to throw away

If this was really fate then it’s not «if» but rather «when»

And all that I have left to do is save these reminders

Until I see you then…

So I implore

Ignore my hostile demeanor

You mean more

than I would care to admit