Album: Our Lady Of The Highway

Based On A True Story

Based on a true story, the slave sets the scene where the lights go out
Do you remember you're lines, do you remember the light
Was the sound of the slap in my face all right
Were there really violins, trembling still
Was the moon in the back hooked to a nail in the windowcell
And who's that guy in my suit with the make-up on
Kind of small, extra-smooth and I really don't take it as a compliment
I never looked that way, I never looked that way

Based on a true story, the slave sets the scene where the lights go out
Do you remember you're lines, do you remember the light
Was the sound of the slap in my face all right
And were did I stand, on the brink of success
Was there a method to my madness, did I make a great mess
Was there right in to think it was love
And were there really violins, trembling still
Was the sky overhead, tied to the bed with a string