SOUL'S CARAVAN

words and music by Erik J. Matthews

WELL I KEEP A CLEAN COMPOSITION ON A CEILING THAT MAPS OUT A HOME

WITH ONLY ONE WISH TO STRONGLY CONFESS

WELL I'D CHANGE THE LINES ON THE ROAD


AND LOOK TO RELY ON A MOMENT INSTEAD OF A TORTURED TATTOO

AND I'M RUNNING TOO LONG ON AN OLD SILVER TONGUE

THAT'S TIED UP AND TURNING TO BLUE


OH SHAKE THE DEVIL'S HANDYMAN AND LEAVE HIM TWO STEPS BEHIND

OH IT'S HARD COUNTING THE YEARS WHEN YOU'RE LIVING A DAY AT A TIME


SO THE FIRST CUT'S A GOOD PLACE TO START FROM

FOR THE BLOOD OF A FOOL'S SHADOWMAN 

FROM THE MOMENT IT STARTS, IT TURNS ON MY HEART

AND FEEDS ON MY SOUL'S CARAVAN


AND FEEDS ON MY SOUL'S CARAVAN