I saw a foreign movie
at my girlfriend's place last night
through smooth pictures
in a dream of black and white
saw this girl
with the clean soul of a maharani queen
she reminded me of someone I know

the lines she was reading
seemed to reach just this man
though her painted lips hung words
I couldn't understand
and as I turned out the station
swear she spoke to me alone
she said,
'please, ain't it time you came home'

for the doorway I started
light headed and heavyhearted
can't move on, can't get through

I just can't get my mind around you
I could feel myself falling,
it's my spirit that's been cut
torn through shattered muscle
to put the ginger in my blood
now my baby calls me,
and my name falls down like rain
'cause i'm back i your soft smile again

and on my soul you wage your war
with your nerve gas and your mortar
and I can't fight, I can't move

I jusy can't get my mind around you