Texty: Daniel Lanois. Rockets. Sweet Soul Honey.

she said, "baby, i know it's getting late"
you have broken walls, through so many gates
but there is one there that i think you've missed
it's evil eye will shine by a kiss

the acquisitions keep coming in
till the brain breaks out the skin
till the fingers don't know what to touch
and the heart beats double dutch

she said, "baby, i know, know it's so hard to stop"
your engine drive is the drug you've got
some kind of nomad blood running through your chest
some kind of nomad blood won't let you rest

but i want you like a turbo wants a charge

mama's milk never wanted this
chalk back sword and swallow her kiss
i will love you in the presence of doubt
i will love you when there's no food for your mouth

give up the ghost that won't let you go
you've got to get out before your second note
sirens ringing from the hotel window
dreams driving for a weekend salute

the bass drum pounds the load of a dusty road ahead
another strangled heart laying sad on a bed
you want to be special, you want to break darkened in, i know
you start to get stinking for fame, for taste of win

so i'm coming to you like a run away train
to you like ancient refrain
coming to you to dominate the money
let me be your sweet soul honey
soul honey
soul honey
soul honey
soul honey