No Signal. No Battery

when you've loved and lost and loved again
then you're out of luck with love my friend
Cause generosity was Hitler's best disguise
when there's nothing left cause you went away
An age restriction on your counting down days
Delivering whole saints on a road
For you
in the end
when you say your heart is on the mend

you know it takes one to know what it means
and then take what...to you
my girl
you'll never get to heaven with your heart in your shoes
with your hands in your pockets and a bag full of blues

when you've lived and died and died some more
then I see you on the kitchen floor
all the rats down here have clear ideas tonight
so you sweep yourself up and down the street
the black and grays don't seem so bleak
the used up blood seeps...just there by the door
when you made your mind up wanting more

you know it takes one to know a few
and then take what you had taken from you
my girl
you'll never get to heaven with your heart in your shoes
both hands in your pockets and a bag full of blues

you'll never get to heaven with your heart in your shoes
with your hands in your pockets and a bag full of blues

you'll never get to heaven with your heart in your shoes
with your hands in your pockets and a bag full of blues