When I drove on out of there, nobody was around,
The veterans were still in bed, a storm was coming down.
Trees hung heavy with diamonds, in the gutter there were jewels,
And sure I was that no one saw, as I made my foolish moves.
Not a word I often use, but true enough this time,
The slavery to alcohol, a love of petty crime.
Churches rang their morning bells, children learned about those rules,
While sure I was that no one knew, when I made my foolish moves.
The house is warm,
So why leave?
Lucky to be born,
So why grieve?
The judgments that you make today, well, the guilty man just ridicules,
And so don’t you make no judgments, and don’t make no foolish moves.
The house is warm,
So why cry?
Lucky to be born,
So why die?
As I beg to return there, every eye on me,
The words flow freely from my mouth, a tale told on one knee.
Mountains sang some sorrows, tears spilled over in hidden pools,
But sure I was that no one heard, as I made my foolish moves.
The judgments that you make tonight, well, the guilty man just ridicules,
And so don’t you make no judgments, and don’t make no foolish moves.
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