From Seville to Manhattan
Nobody wants to let you drown
But I told you, Alabama, I can’t swim
You climbed up into those hills
Following him
In the cold North Carolina
Left your summers in the pickup
Left your springtime up in Canada
Left your Autumn saying good luck
You were married in a church under a waterfall
And I wonder, can you see in the Hollywood mist?
A million eyes were watching from the farms in Arkansas
To the suicide on the Golden Gate Bridge
And your rings were made of China
And your vows were bound in lambskin
And your dress draped over Sodom
And Gomorrah made of porcelain
From Seville to Manhattan
The good news comеs running with the birds
As I set sail upon this great, widе ocean
I’m haunted by notorious words
Is my vengeance real in Gotham?
Why’s the moonlight made of stone?
Will the years all be forgotten?
Is it too late to go home?
Follow me home
With two eyes like searchlights
Follow me home
And your rings were made of China
And your vows were bound in lambskin
And your dress draped over Sodom
And Gomorrah made of porcelain
Is my vengeance real in Gotham?
Why’s the moonlight made of stone?
Will the years all be forgotten?
Is it too late to go home?