Magicians from Baltimore

Call me when you get back to Baltimore We'll talk of things new It might seem things are fine But trouble takes its own time And sometimes people too And we should take a long ride You and I to Avalon Take me somewhere new And it could be such a long drive You and I just babbling Nothing else to do Pick up my six string Play a sorrow tune I'll fix something to sing with you I'm lost splitting nails In the kitchen, she was holding you all alone In the back's where they throw out the bones And we should take a long drive You and I to Avalon Take me somewhere new And it could be such long drive You and I just babbling And nothing else to do Are you leaving? Yes, you're leaving Just for tonight, I'd like you standing by I was a thief I faked a call Emptied a bar in Baltimore Sat on the stairs where somebody swears "Things will get better in Baltimore" Where it gets hot on the magnolia Where it gets hot on the magnolia And how did it taste? Crabs on paper You just kept holding on Baltimore Ate from a palm Ate from the shore But I just stopped growing in Baltimore Where it gets hot on the magnolia Where it gets hot on the magnolia Where it gets hot on the magnolia Where it gets hot on the magnolia (There is a dream land many miles inside me) And I go there when I can, many miles haunting me (There is a dream land many miles inside me) And I go there when I can, many miles haunting me (There is a dream land many miles inside me) And I go there when I can, many miles haunting me (There is a dream land many miles inside me) And I go there when I can, many miles haunting me