Black Velvet Band - The Felice Brothers

Well I’m sick of crying velvet eyes

Sick of pining for you

Oh I am too damn cold to turn on the stove

I’ve been so awfully blue

And at night I dream of St. Louis

Heaven rings the king’s county band

And I cull through the dark room for hours

For the girl in the black velvet band

Oh I’m back from the dead and now I’m sitting up in bed

Watching these sitcoms dissolve

Even the music from the street is sounding sweet

It sounded so awful for so long

And at night I dream of a salesman

Who has come to sell me a plan

Where I’m sure to win back that woman

Oh the one in the black velvet band

The smoke fills the room

The poppy’s bloom

So I’ll make my way

Out of this town someday

So I guess I’m gone

The weather’s come

Oh they tell me the forecast is grim

Oh they plan to appraise this worthless place

For the mining of nickel and tin

And if I was a going somewhere

And if you could take my hand

I would wait in this hallway forever

For the girl in the black velvet band

Oh if I harbor a sickness

For the girl in the black velvet band