Texty:
Cowboy Junkies Demons

I am a man I am self-aware And everywhere I go You are always right there with me I flirted with you all my life Even kissed you once or twice And to

West of Rome Just east of the border in a staticy Ramada Inn Polishing his boots and pummelin' his liver Steeped in his dark isolation Just what business

Up on the bluff, where I wish I was Twistin' up the pages of history My cold feet danglin', my bony arms gesturin' To summon up little chunk of that history

When the bottom fell out There wasn't any doubt I just suddenly found myself free falling And from such a height The wind it had a might And it took