Ryan Adams - At Home With The Animals lyrics

While you were reading the black
Bible in the sun
I was half drunk out the window
Of a moving city bus
Wilder than the devil
Like a tiger in the brush
Louder than an atom bomb that
Only you could hush
Spinning like the Earth and Moon
But never really touched
Alone, the ways I wanted to be loved
You were not enough

While your head was bowed and
Hands praying to God
I was swinging from the chandeliers
Like some endangered animal
Somewhere in New Orleans on the run
Like I just won the lottery
With God-knows-what inside of me
Hair a mess and shoelaces undone
Of all the ways I wanted you
You were not the one

While they were teaching you how
Moses split the sea
I was in an airplane bathroom
Doing speedballs off the sink
High as any angel moving at
The speed of sound
Someplace over Germany
Moving through the clouds
Winking back at stewardesses
Supplying me with ale
Big hooped golden earrings staying
At the same hotel
Of all the ways I wanted you to hold me
I could not be held

While you were waiting for the
Doctor in the chair
I was stoned riding the cyclone
At the Onslow County Fair
The stars above us sparkled like
They didn't pay the bill
Smokes behind the haunted house
Chugging stolen beers
Cotton candy kisses underneath
The ferris wheel
Of all the ways you wanted me to feel
I could never heal

While you were waiting in the
Depot for the train
I was asleep on stolen cargo in
The back of someone's plane
Halfway back from Florida from
Cuba in the rain
Low enough to feel the water
From the spraying waves
Underneath the radar hauling crates
Of pure cocaine
Hung over and laughing high
Above The Everglades
Of all the ways I wanted to be tamed
I was just insane

While you were waiting in the
Lobby for your man
I was working at the circus as a garbage man
Remembering that winter you were in
A long black coat
I'm at home with the animals
Knife at my own throat
You hear the bells of freedom
But the chains all just say "nope"
If I was the Titanic
You were pink clouds and blue smoke
Rising over Hemingway and in an
Old man's fishing boat
Of all the things I wanted you to be
Of all the things I wish that you were now
You were not around

You were not around