Sale Or Return Lyrics

Sale or Return

Mister can I carry your bags

We took the same road and we both paid the fare

Buddy can I carry your axe

We started out right and I know you still care

And hey, can I carry your load

At least you still look like you're bound somewhere

I've talked to the hero who knew he was hip

Who got too heavy to loosen his grip

Who sold out his name to some strange ego trip

And I know the glass eye looking into itself

The fly blown in amber trapping dust on the shelf

Conversations that tailed into stony silence

I've seen how it is twisted out of the frame

By the mythical muse that warps and maims

A half-human soul into implacable aims

And I've known a hero we all knew of old

Who sold out his share of the silver and gold

And still he can't tune out the gall in his soul

So it's down to the Tranny and the travelling band

But somewhere we drew blank, something better we planned

Is gone with the smithy and the shantyman

So I sat and I drank and I listened to you

Then I drank some more while the beat soaked through

But I guess I just drank off my blue suede shoes

And I know how it is kicking themes into shape

In sleep-bleeding hours between two working days

And I'm not here to say you should make that mistake

No, there's no point in crossing the bridges we burned

But a few bands ago we talked in no terms

Of sale or return