ONE HEADLIGHT
So long ago, I don't remember when
That's when they say I lost my only friend
Well they said she died easy of a broken heart disease
As I listened through the cemetery trees
I seen the sun comin' up at the funeral at dawn
The long broken arm of human law
Now it always seemed such a waste
She always had a pretty face
So I wondered how she hung around this place
Hey, come on try a little
Nothing is forever
There's got to be something better than
In the middle
But me & Cinderella
We put it all together
We can drive it home
With one headlight
She said it's cold
It feels like Independence Day
And I can't break away from this parade
But there's got to be an opening
Somewhere here in front of me
Through this maze of ugliness and greed
And I seen the sun up ahead
At the county line bridge
Sayin' all there's good and nothingness is dead
We'll run until she's out of breath
She ran until there's nothin' left
She hit the end-it's just her window ledge
Hey, come on try a little
Nothing is forever
There's got to be something better than
In the middle
But me & Cinderella
We put it all together
We can drive it home
With one headlight
Well this place is old
It feels just like a beat up truck
I turn the engine, but the engine doesn't turn
Well it smells of cheap wine & cigarettes
This place is always such a mess
Sometimes I think I'd like to watch it burn
I'm so alone, and I feel just like somebody else
Man, I ain't changed, but I know I ain't the same
But somewhere here
That's when they say I lost my only friend
Well they said she died easy of a broken heart disease
As I listened through the cemetery trees
I seen the sun comin' up at the funeral at dawn
The long broken arm of human law
Now it always seemed such a waste
She always had a pretty face
So I wondered how she hung around this place
Hey, come on try a little
Nothing is forever
There's got to be something better than
In the middle
But me & Cinderella
We put it all together
We can drive it home
With one headlight
She said it's cold
It feels like Independence Day
And I can't break away from this parade
But there's got to be an opening
Somewhere here in front of me
Through this maze of ugliness and greed
And I seen the sun up ahead
At the county line bridge
Sayin' all there's good and nothingness is dead
We'll run until she's out of breath
She ran until there's nothin' left
She hit the end-it's just her window ledge
Hey, come on try a little
Nothing is forever
There's got to be something better than
In the middle
But me & Cinderella
We put it all together
We can drive it home
With one headlight
Well this place is old
It feels just like a beat up truck
I turn the engine, but the engine doesn't turn
Well it smells of cheap wine & cigarettes
This place is always such a mess
Sometimes I think I'd like to watch it burn
I'm so alone, and I feel just like somebody else
Man, I ain't changed, but I know I ain't the same
But somewhere here
In between the city walls of dyin' dreams
I think her death it must be killin' me
I think her death it must be killin' me
UNA LUZ DE GUÍA
Hace mucho, no recuerdo cuándo
Dicen que fue cuando perdí a mi única amiga
Dijeron que murió en paz del síndrome del corazón roto
Mientras yo escuchaba entre los árboles del cementerio
He visto el sol alzarse al alba en el funeral
El largo brazo roto de la ley humana
Ahora parece que todo fue un desperdicio
Siempre tuvo un rostro hermoso
Y yo me preguntaba cómo cayó por este sitio
Vamos, inténtalo un poquito
Nada es eterno
Tiene que haber algo mejor que
Un entreacto
Pero yo y Cinderella
Si lo recogemos todo
Podemos regresar a casa
Con una luz de guía
Ella dijo: “Hace frío
Parece el Día de la Independencia
Y ya no puedo escapar de este desfile
Pero tiene que haber una salida
En algún lugar aquí, delante de mí
A través de este laberinto de fealdad y codicia”
Y vislumbré el sol en lo alto
En el puente del condado
Dije: “Todo allí es bueno y la nada ya ha muerto
Correremos hasta quedarnos sin aliento”
Y corrió hasta que no quedó nada
Alcanzó la meta, sólo el alféizar de su ventana
Vamos, inténtalo un poquito
Nada es eterno
Tiene que haber algo mejor que
Un entreacto
Pero yo y Cinderella
Si lo recogemos todo
Podemos regresar a casa
Con una luz de guía
Este sitio es viejo
Parece un simple camión machacado
Arranco el motor, pero el motor no arranca
Huele a vino barato y cigarrillos
Este sitio es siempre como una cloaca
A veces creo que me gustaría verlo arder
Estoy tan solo, y me siento como otra persona
Tío, no he cambiado, pero sé que no soy el mismo
Pero en algún lugar
Entre los muros de esta ciudad de sueños moribundos
Creo que su muerte está matándome
* Canción de Jacob Dylan con los Wallflowers, interpretada junto a Bruce Springsteen en los premios de la música de MTV el 4 de septiembre de 1997.
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