Luther's Windows

Luthers windows are littered with nothing

A crystal, a picture, a dead potted sage

A dusty white curtain, the nose prints of a dog

A shot glass collection from his truck driving days

Luthers bedroom is as hot as an oven

With air thats as stale as old forgotten bread

In a cage on the dresser theres a parrot that talks

But her name over and over is all that it says

Turn your back to the sun

You see only shadows

Look beneath the stars

You see only night

Like a homesick sailor

Luthers standing in the window

Watching the world floating by him tonight

Luthers hands once held a chain

With keys to a home and a blue chevrolet

Now he lives with his mother, steals all her liquor

And chain smokes and stares at the ceiling for days

Turn your back to the sun

You see only shadows

Look beneath the stars

You see only night

Like a homesick sailor

Luthers standing in the window

Watching the world floating by him tonight

Luthers sitting by himself on the sofa

With his head bowed down but his eyes are open wide

Having a one man revival with an electronic bible

Listening to the parade going by

And the bass drum is pounding, the trumpets are bleating

And hes reading a verse from st. john

A trickle of light seeps through the blind

Luther pulls down the shade until he makes up his mind

Well, turn your back to the sun

You see only shadows

Look beneath the stars

You see only night

Like a homesick sailor

Luthers standing in the window

Watching the world floating by him tonight

Its floating by him tonight