Glass Palace - The Walkabouts

A crooked road on a country mile

The widow walks from a letter found

(And) ties her hands in knots and chokes her disbelief

(That) what’s done is done and it’s dine for good

Afterwards

Aftershocks in afterhours

The truth it blurs

O glass palace

O glass palace

Cleaned his guns for those who dug his grave

The bullets flew, his luck it finally came

That crooked road was long and he would never see it Crawled in a ditch and then he almost prayed

Afterwards

Aftershocks in afterhours

The truth it blurs

O glass palace

O glass palace

Heard it all

I heard it shatter

Afterwards

Aftershocks in afterhours

The truth it blurs

O glass palace

O glass palace

Heard it all

I heard it shatter