Trampled by Turtles - My Brother Works for the CIA Lyrics

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