17 Years The Felice Brothers

Shuttin’ down the motel now that his bodies found
Lying in blue water in the shore of Tarrytown
His body rose in women’s clothes and tangled on the dock
In Sundays’ best they’re laid to rest

I quit my job at the armory and met you under the overpass
A siren on the highway, high and silently it passed
We laid between the evergreens I turned and heard you say
It’s good to be young and free

Everything that money brings sure don’t mean a damn
While you lie beside me where this wild highway spans
The unicorn defends itself from man and hound alike
But it don’t win and soon it’s skinned

I stood outside your window I couldn’t see within
Your curtains faintly stirring like a restless little thing
I lit a smoke as morning broke, I knew it’d be a while
Before I’d find peace of mind