It once was learned, now the lesson’s burned. 

Cast in the flames, of tomorrow’s day.

Salt of the earth, lost all its worth 

Grace on loan, bone for a bone

The savior son just pulled a gun  

Through the window shade,

Of my mind’s parade 

The evening’s low, for whomever knows 

The secret word, that’s never heard

CH:

Pretty picture but the frame don’t fit, quite true. 

And half a deck, don’t make a shoe. 

That diamond shine has turned to dust.

And instinct’s all, that you can trust.

Some hands they play so very slight, while these illusions hide the light. 

V3: 

Can’t spare no change, for this ol’ train

Watch it smoke, and hear her cry 

Catch a break, to forsake 

Dead man’s tales, won’t go my bail