and the wind left a letter
and the dreams got better
The handles went backwards
and the smoke curled the walls
turned from true to false
The shovels head to rust,
and the girls became tomorrow
for whatever they had borrowed
Desmond's gone to the hospital
We skipped out on the funeral
and a castle made of plastic
but the dreams got too drastic
and a spike in the saddle
Paint shadows on the windows
and put the prints on the rugs
Desmond's gone to the lodge
There's a battery in the bath,
and the animals are list 'nin'
but the newspaper's well spread
Put a drunk in the shelter
And no matter who begs ya,
All the words got smaller
cause the troubles were brewing
Put a target on the body,
quit whatever you're doing
Take a moment with the cows
and get a taste of the dead
That motel that got the cold
Desmond's gone to the hospital
and he's never ever coming
