Someone Else’s Bedtime Story
Long time since I seen her
She doesn’t work at the diner anymore
Breaking that old man’s heart
They might have burned down that patch of Amazon
Where she’d migrate when the winters in Nebraska got too rough
Then there’s that crazy tale she’s out riding the rails
With that banjo playing hobo that she knows
Or she might be someone’s Russian wife
Travelling in the mail tonight
Imagine what you want then you can tell me how it goes
She’s someone else’s bedtime story I suppose.
She said she could transmogrify herself across the county once
But she lost the knack somewhere back on down the road
I dropped her off at the truckstop on the outskirts of Emerald City
She was wearing my last good winter coat
Then there’s that crazy tale she set sail round the world
With that millionare playboy that she knows
Or she might be someone’s Russian wife
Travelling in the mail tonight
Imagine what you want then you can tell me how it goes
She’s someone else’s bedtime story I suppose.
The five of pentacles was laying on the sidewalk
Don’t know if it was upside down or not
A song I can never hear again playing on the radio
Exactly why I forgot
Then there’s that crazy tale she’s out riding the rails
like an angel from last Friday’s midnight show
Or she might be one remarkable wife
Somewhere in the afterlife
Imagine what you want then you can tell me how it goes
She’s someone else’s bedtime story I suppose.
