fucked up and the beds all empty-
now and then someone comes along and befriends me.
theyre pleased but how can i care
if, bad girl, youre not there?

why keep it inside, what if i wanted to try
the love that made you have dreams
about what you want me to try.
i know that you know- i never could see
all of the pictures you made
about what you want me to be.
how can i arrive if youre not by my side?
locked out, and the feeling is cold.

damn- i got nowhere to go.
mama told me that a heard would find
no love beyond the front door,
as i was looking back i said "ill keep that in mind"
the flannel grey and stormy blue
afternoons in bamboo rooms,
all tuckered out after 16 rounds-
answers the door in her shirt unbound.

think of how i said please,
please baby show it to me.
theres so much more of the You
than what you want me to see.

how can i arrive if youre not by my side?
locked out and the feeling is cold.

locked out and the feeling is cold...
but thats the meaning of 'Soul'