Lyrics to Solid Ground
I've lived the life of a sailing man in a far off sea
I've held the hand of a sun-tanned girl on a bleach-blonde beach
Oh Barcelona, you're a sight to see
But my port of call's still years ahead of me
So don't ask questions of me
I ain't so young and lovely
You can see the cracks straight through my solid ground
You go to church on Sunday
I kneel before a different brand of soul salvation
It's a long way down
Swing low sweet Juliet, won't you take me back
Light up in your brother's truck with the seats laid flat
Two kids in the suburbs, Julie, why talk like that?
I'm a fool for you but I don't know how to act
So don't ask questions of me
I ain't so young and lovely
You can see the cracks straight through my solid ground
You go to church on Sunday
I kneel before a different brand of soul salvation
It's a long way down
I knocked on the preacher's door with my head hung low
Cried out "won't you help me, god?" Ain't no one home
My absolution is this bag of bones
So I guess I'll keep on rattling down the road
So don't ask questions of me
I ain't so young and lovely
You can see the cracks straight through my solid ground
You go to church on Sunday
I kneel before a different brand of soul salvation
It's a long way down
I've held the hand of a sun-tanned girl on a bleach-blonde beach
Oh Barcelona, you're a sight to see
But my port of call's still years ahead of me
So don't ask questions of me
I ain't so young and lovely
You can see the cracks straight through my solid ground
You go to church on Sunday
I kneel before a different brand of soul salvation
It's a long way down
Swing low sweet Juliet, won't you take me back
Light up in your brother's truck with the seats laid flat
Two kids in the suburbs, Julie, why talk like that?
I'm a fool for you but I don't know how to act
So don't ask questions of me
I ain't so young and lovely
You can see the cracks straight through my solid ground
You go to church on Sunday
I kneel before a different brand of soul salvation
It's a long way down
I knocked on the preacher's door with my head hung low
Cried out "won't you help me, god?" Ain't no one home
My absolution is this bag of bones
So I guess I'll keep on rattling down the road
So don't ask questions of me
I ain't so young and lovely
You can see the cracks straight through my solid ground
You go to church on Sunday
I kneel before a different brand of soul salvation
It's a long way down
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