Constellation Blues The Wallflowers

You can tell a few things about the soul of a town
The blood of the men gone in the ground
Bankrupt and buried by war that is carried out by messengers now

Was born here and married, too young staring the nose the barrel down
Went milk to whiskey to courthouse sitting with a stone in her wedding gown

My birthday's in two months, I'll be twenty one
I am the second oldest to an only son
Third generation to carry a gun
I've got brown eyes like my mother does

First I saw blood was in a soldier's hair
Was drying to his forehead in the dessert air
I knew his name once but his face I don't dare
Recall in the moments I go back there

Off the record do you see my tears
On my face and in my ears
As the silos reappear
And all of our journeys have led us right back here

There's something in the water we've been passing around
We've eaten the berries there is no doubt
Like our father before us, his paper crown
Kings of nowhere that was ever found