Me and Lazarus (Live KCRW Radio Session)

Me and Lazarus, we shoveled all the ashes out Black bear linens blowing 'round Back and forth and up and down, whoa-whoa-oh Guess I had nowhere else to go Me and Lazarus kept bailing out that river boat Floating by the quiet rows Bobbing in the ebb and flow, whoa-whoa-oh Guess I had nowhere else to go He's an emancipated punk and he can dance But he's got a hole in the pocket of his pants Must be a symptom of our standin' circumstances, whoa-whoa-oh Me and Lazarus, we fed her with a baby spoon Fever flowin' through the room Far too long and way too soon, whoa-whoa-oh Guess I had nowhere else to go, whoa-oh, whoa-oh Me and Lazarus, we picked up papa's white boy blues Hand-made thousand Sunday shoes Never made the local news, whoa-whoa-oh Guess I had nowhere else to go And I'm a liberated loser that can roam But where pocket was I'm peeking through a hole A couple second chances surely would console me, whoa-whoa-oh