Lucy, loved one don’t you know I love you down to the bone?
I’m gonna take you in my poison arms and never gonna let you go.
Can you hear me in my windowless room, calling out through the midnight to you?
Like a mad man, more like a wolf, howling out at his mistress the moon.

If I ever get out of here, I’m going to find you, that much I know.
‘Cos honey I don’t think you know just what you mean
To the creeps like me.
I’d bloody my hands for you I’d Vietnam for you,
make the six o’clock news just prove it’s the truth.

I met you in a roadside bar, on the rain shadow side of Washington State.
You were leaning in neon light of the entry way, asking all those long haulers if they needed a date.
You rode with me for sixteen days, ‘til you caught the wrong side of my blinding rage.
Where it comes from, I couldn’t say, but I sure don’t blame you for running away
If I ever catch up to you, I’ll make it up to you, that much I know.
‘Cos honey I don’t think you know just what you mean
To the creeps like me.
I’d bloody my hands for you, I’d Son of Sam for you,
Make the six o’clock news just prove it’s the truth.

Just outside the entrance to the Motorway Inn,
There’s a dead Coyote on the shoulder of the road; fur rippling in the wind.
Beautiful in the morning light, legs reaching towards the other side,
Like he might make it out of this alive, if he could just reach his beau at the tree line.
Honey that’s how I feel about you and I:
Just a couple of creatures of the night trying to survive,
Scavenging whatever we can, ‘fore we’re caught in the light.
I’d Vietnam for you, I’d Son of Sam for you.
Make the Six o’clock news just to prove it’s the truth