Raising Cain

Last night I dreamed I was brooklyn on my own Last night I dreamed I was brooklyn on my own Lord I couldn't see the shadows all in me I dreamed I was in brooklyn on my own Now those demons had their face bright as gold Those demons had their faces bright as gold They came and shook my hand, fingers crossed behind their back Those demons had their faces bright as gold So i'm sittin' by my lonesome in the light I'm sittin' by my lonesome in the light I don't know what I see, that light plays tricks on me I'm sittin' by my lonesome in the light And I don't know what's ahead up comin' next The wind shakes me feet, rattles my head There's no tellin' home, just a sign up all alone Sayin' oh, oh elizabeth And that season came in quiet with the rain And loving you was just like raising cain It was strong and bound for glory, and cursed with a thousand stories Oh that season came in quiet with the rain So i'm pickin' up the pieces where I went wrong Oh i'm pickin' up the pieces where I went wrong And there's somethin' so familiar, like an old bedtime song I'm pickin' up the pieces where I went wrong --- Raising Cain - Gregory Alan Isakov