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Intro

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 She was a real royal lady, true patron of the arts

 Said the best country singers die in the back of classic cars

 So if I ever got too hungry for a suitcase or guitar

To think of them all alone in the dark

 So I laid some nights beside her in a bed made for a queen

She said I kissed her different, that all the men her age were mean

Gave me anything I wanted, Oh the generosity

 I took all that I could, it was free

 Now the sky is a torn up denim and the clouds just splattered paint

 It’s a room I’m renovating; it’s a name I gotta change

 If I get out of California I’m going back to my home state

 To tell them all that I made a mistake

And I keep looking for that blindfold faith

Lighting candles to a cynical saint

Who wants the last laugh at the fly trapped in the windowsill tape

You can go right out of your mind trying to escape

From the panicked paradox of day to day

 If you can’t understand something then it’s best to be afraid

The whole world it loves you if you’re a chic chameleon

Intersecting circles she could hang with anyone

 But when conducting business she would lie about where she’s from

 Saying, "Life is how it is not how it was"

I learned to listen felt like I was back at school

She’d talk forever about the phases of the moon

 Saying, "Everything is a cycle, you’ve got to let it come to you

And when it does, you will know what to do"

Without even knowing I guess I took up her advice

 Painted her front door it seemed a suitable goodbye

It’s not that often but I think of her sometimes

 Just something quaint, a couple ships in the night

And they keep moving at a glacial pace

Turning circles in a memory maze

I made a new cast of the death mask that’s gonna cover my face

I had to change the combination to the safe

 Hide it all behind a wall let people wait

 And never trust a heart that is so bent it can’t break