My Brother Works for the CIA

I'm still looking out your window, your shady tones of home Where dusty memories echo down like rain And the years grow ever longer, the days go flying by But I cant wait til you and I are finally home again Well there ain't no easy answers when the circus is in town Troubled juries hang each other dead And the TVs filled with poets, who only write in rhyme And my brother works for the CIA when hes not doing time When comfort comforts no one, surrounded by your name There is no one that I can talk to now And this town is a painting, and I am but a dream So come live me outside the lonely fields of midnight may Well there ain't no easy answers when the circus is in town Troubled juries hang each other dead And the TVs filled with poets, who only write in rhyme And my brother works for the CIA when hes not doing time And when the nighttime tricks me to believin' I'm the same As every barstool in this god damn place You come put your arms around me, slowly say my name So come live with me outside the lonely fields of midnight may Well there ain't no easy answers when the circus is in town Troubled juries hang each other dead And the TVs filled with poets, who only write in rhyme And my brother works for the CIA when hes not doing time Well there ain't no easy answers when the circus is in town Troubled juries hang each other dead And the TVs filled with poets, who only write in rhyme And my brother works for the CIA when hes not doing time --- My Brother Works for the CIA - Trampled by Turtles