Lyrics

The streets of Jackson Lay empty on a Sunday Just the ghosts of freedom riders Swing low, swing low There's a man standing on the corner He might be standing there on Monday He became a shadow of is for myself a long, long time ago I feel you In everything I do Every storm that I drive through And every day that's black and blue I feel you Even when you are not here If the night fills up with fear And you appear to see me through Baby, I feel you Baby, I feel you In Birmingham Like the land of misfit toys They got lovers and losers And fighters and bikers Girls there's dressed like boys The singer stands before them He can't let them see his feet Then his song flows out like honey The bullshit and the beer I feel I feel you In everything I do Every storm that I drive through Every day that's black and blue I feel you Even when you are not here If the night fills up with fear And you appear to see me through Baby, I feel you Baby, I feel you We said goodbye in Cambridge I watched the circles leaving town Then I left you seven massages Before your wheels touched down There's a suitcase with my name on it too There's one with your name too Making plans we know will change It's just something that we do I feel you In everything I do Every storm that I drive through Every day that's black and blue I feel you Even when you are not here If the night fills up with fear And you appear to see me through Baby, I feel you Baby, I feel you Baby, I feel you