Steve Goodman - Bruised Orange (Chain of Sorrow) lyrics
[Steve Goodman - Bruised Orange Chain of Sorrow lyrics]
My heart's in the ice house
Come hill or come valley
Like a long ago Sunday when
I walked through the alley
On a cold winter's morning to a church house
Just to shovel some snow
I heard sirens on the train track howl naked
Gettin' neutered
An altar boy's been hit by a local commuter
Just from walking with his back turned
To the train that was coming so slow
You can gaze out the window
Get mad and get madder
Throw your hands in the air
Say "What does it matter?"
But it don't do no good to get angry
So help me, I know
For a heart stained in anger
Grows weak and grows bitter
You'll become your own prisoner as
You watch yourself sit there
Wrapped up in a trap of your very own
Chain of sorrow
I been brought down to zero
Pulled out and put back there
I sat on a park bench
Kissed the girl with the black hair
And my head shouted down to my heart
"You better look out below!"
It ain't such a long drop, don't stammer
Don't stutter
From the diamonds in the sidewalk to
The dirt in the gutter
And you carry those bruises
To remind you wherever you go
You can gaze out the window
Get mad and get madder
Throw your hands in the air
Say "What does it matter?"
But it don't do no good to get angry
So help me, I know
For a heart stained in anger
Grows weak and grows bitter
You'll become your own prisoner as
You watch yourself sit there
Wrapped up in a trap of your very own
Chain of sorrow
My heart's in the ice house
Come hill or come valley
Like a long ago Sunday when
I walked through the alley
On a cold winter's morning to a church house
Just to shovel some snow
I heard sirens on the train track howl naked
Gettin' neutered
An altar boy's been hit by a local commuter
Just from walking with his back turned
To the train that was coming so slow
You can gaze out the window
Get mad and get madder
Throw your hands in the air
Say "What does it matter?"
But it don't do no good to get angry
So help me, I know
For a heart stained in anger
Grows weak and grows bitter
You'll become your own prisoner as
You watch yourself sit there
Wrapped up in a trap of your very own
Chain of sorrow
Come hill or come valley
Like a long ago Sunday when
I walked through the alley
On a cold winter's morning to a church house
Just to shovel some snow
I heard sirens on the train track howl naked
Gettin' neutered
An altar boy's been hit by a local commuter
Just from walking with his back turned
To the train that was coming so slow
You can gaze out the window
Get mad and get madder
Throw your hands in the air
Say "What does it matter?"
But it don't do no good to get angry
So help me, I know
For a heart stained in anger
Grows weak and grows bitter
You'll become your own prisoner as
You watch yourself sit there
Wrapped up in a trap of your very own
Chain of sorrow
I been brought down to zero
Pulled out and put back there
I sat on a park bench
Kissed the girl with the black hair
And my head shouted down to my heart
"You better look out below!"
It ain't such a long drop, don't stammer
Don't stutter
From the diamonds in the sidewalk to
The dirt in the gutter
And you carry those bruises
To remind you wherever you go
You can gaze out the window
Get mad and get madder
Throw your hands in the air
Say "What does it matter?"
But it don't do no good to get angry
So help me, I know
For a heart stained in anger
Grows weak and grows bitter
You'll become your own prisoner as
You watch yourself sit there
Wrapped up in a trap of your very own
Chain of sorrow
My heart's in the ice house
Come hill or come valley
Like a long ago Sunday when
I walked through the alley
On a cold winter's morning to a church house
Just to shovel some snow
I heard sirens on the train track howl naked
Gettin' neutered
An altar boy's been hit by a local commuter
Just from walking with his back turned
To the train that was coming so slow
You can gaze out the window
Get mad and get madder
Throw your hands in the air
Say "What does it matter?"
But it don't do no good to get angry
So help me, I know
For a heart stained in anger
Grows weak and grows bitter
You'll become your own prisoner as
You watch yourself sit there
Wrapped up in a trap of your very own
Chain of sorrow