Crown of Thorns - Live

You ever hear the story of Mr. Faded Glory?
Said he who rides a pony must someday fall
I was talking to my alter, he said life is what you make it
And if you make it death, well, rest your soul away
Away, away, yeah

It's a broken kind of feeling, yeah, to tie me to the ceiling
A bad moon's a comin', better say your prayers
Wanna tell you that I love you, but does it really matter?
I just can't stand to see you dragging down again
Again, again

So I'm singing, this is my kind of love
It's the kind that moves on
It's the kind that leaves me alone

This is my kinda love
It's the kind that moves on
It's the kind that leaves me alone

I used to treat you like a lady, now you're my substitute teacher
This bottle's not a prayer, not a prayer in sight
I owe the man some money, so I'm turnin over, honey
Said Mr. Faded Glory is once again doin' time

And it moves on
It's the kind that leaves me alone
Oh, this is my kinda love
It's the kind that moves on
It's the kind that, it's the kind that

Leaves me alone, yeah
Like a crown of thorns
It's all who you know
So don't burn your bridges, woman
Someday, yeah

Oh-oh, oh-oh, my kinda love
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh

That one's for Andy Wood, he loved Dallas
I think of Dallas, I think about him