Luther's Windows - Badlees

Luther's windows 
Are littered with nothing
A crystal, a picture, 
A dead potted sage
A dusty white curtain, 
The nose prints of a dog
A shot glass collection 
From his truck driving days

Luther's bedroom 
Is as hot as an oven
With air that's as stale 
As old forgotten bread
In a cage on the dresser 
There's a parrot that talks
But her name over and over 
Is all that it says

Turn your back to the sun
You see only shadows
Look beneath the stars
You see only night
Like a homesick sailor
Luther's standing in the window
Watching the world 
Floating by him tonight

Luther's hands 
Once held a chain
With keys to a home 
And a blue chevrolet
Now he lives with his mother, 
Steals all her liquor
And chain smokes and stares 
At the ceiling for days

Turn your back to the sun
You see only shadows
Look beneath the stars
You see only night
Like a homesick sailor
Luther's standing in the window
Watching the world 
Floating by him tonight

Luther's sitting 
By himself on the sofa
With his head bowed down 
But his eyes are open wide
Having a one man revival 
With an electronic bible
Listening to the parade going by
And the bass drum is pounding, 
The trumpets are bleating
And he's reading 
A verse from St. John
A trickle of light 
Seeps through the blind
Luther pulls down the shade 
Until he makes up his mind

Well, turn your back to the sun
You see only shadows
Look beneath the stars
You see only night
Like a homesick sailor
Luther's standing in the window
Watching the world 
Floating by him tonight
It's floating by him tonight