Lyric Two Coins

I stick loneliness, you lips
and the two coins of your eyes
into my pickets

well the train skates into
Port Henry late sunday
sometimes when I m riding high
feeling fine you know there s something
troubling my mind

so I reach into my pocket for some
small change
I reach into my pocket for some
small change

I want bones like iron blood like mercury
so I can tell you when I m rising
and when I m sinking in

[CHORUS]

we re gonna take it to the people
hey let s drink from the cup
share some luck
go ahead and laugh cause it don t
cost much

I stick loneliness, your lips
and the two coins of your eyes
into my pockets