You’re on my mind, on my mind
Ain’t gonna be down for long
I go blind, I go blind,
Each time I look for you
Counting clean sheep
We daydream sleep
Sisters read our palms whoa-a
Our TVs watched us like all-knowing mouths
They say
Learning something, don't burn nothing
Wind up nothing too whoa-a
Our real folks in Brazil won't say what to do
And he walks in this Casanova
Drinks in every hand
Sings sweet songs of all our plans
Sweet songs of all our plans
And he walks in this Casanova
Hides his red right hand
Sings sweet songs of all our land
Sweet songs
You're on my mind, on my mind
Ain't gonna be down for long
I go blind, I go blind,
Each time I look for you
(Yeah)
Dirty winos, dollar dance halls
One squall ends them all whoa-a
Ten feet hope, wicked chains and just enough rope
Unless you're born dead, unless you're undead
Our moms are still our moms whoa-a
Can't recall what shook us like non-fiction songs
And he walks in this Casanova
Drinks in every hand
Sings sweet songs of all our plans
Sad songs of all our plans
And he walks in this Casanova
Hides his red right hand
Sings sweet songs of all our land
Sweet songs
You're on my mind, on my mind
And gonna leak off slow
Hold me light, hold me right
Each time I track you down