[00:15.26]She was the rose of Sharon from paradise lost
[00:19.15]From the city of seven hills near the place of the cross
[00:22.70]I was playing a show in Miami in the theater of divine comedy
[00:30.20]Told her about Jesus
[00:32.19]Told her about the rain
[00:33.96]She told me about the jungle where her brothers were slain
[00:37.63]By the man who invented iron and disappeared so mysteriously
[00:44.93]Was she a child or an angel
[00:46.86]Did we go too far
[00:48.85]Did we snap at the bait
[00:50.62]Did we follow a star
[00:52.52]Through a hole in the wall to where the long arm of the law cannot reach
[00:58.36]Could I've been used and played as a pawn
[01:03.69]It certainly was possible as the gay night wore on
[01:07.36]When men bathed in perfume and practiced the hoax of free speech
[01:13.40]And them Caribbean winds still blow from Nassau to Mexico
[01:22.15]Fanning the flames in the furnace of desire
[01:29.38]And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free
[01:36.82]Bringing everything that's near to me nearer to the fire
[01:59.43]Sea breeze blowin'  there's a hellhound loose
[02:04.63]Arabian men who have escaped from the noose
[02:08.28]Preaching faith and salvation  waiting for the night to arivee
[02:13.99]He was well connected but her heart was a snare
[02:19.50]And she had left him to die in there
[02:22.96]He was goin' down slow  just barely staying alive
[02:28.66]The cry of the peacock  flies buzz my head
[02:33.99]Ceiling fan broken  there's a heat in my bed
[02:37.75]Street band playing "Nearer My God to Thee "
[02:45.50]We met at the station where the mission bells ring
[02:48.86]She said  "I know what you're thinking  but there ain't a thing
[02:52.43]You can do about it  so let us just agree to agree "
[02:59.52]And them Caribbean winds still blow from Nassau to Mexico
[03:07.31]Fanning the flames on the furnace of desire
[03:14.42]And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free
[03:21.81]Bringing everything that's near to me nearer to the fire
[03:46.02]Atlantic City by the cold grey sea
[03:49.28]Hear a voice crying "Daddy"  I always think it's for me
[03:52.88]But it's only the silence in the buttermilk hills that call
[03:59.86]Every new messenger bringing evil report
[04:03.84]'Bout armies on the march and time that is short
[04:07.51]And famines and earthquakes and train wrecks and the tearin' down of the wall
[04:14.52]Did you ever have a dream that you couldn't explain
[04:18.53]Ever meet your accusers face to face in the rain
[04:22.32]She had lone brown eyes that I won't forget as long as she's gone
[04:29.49]I see the screws breaking loose  see the devil pounding on tin
[04:33.51]I see a house in the country being torn from within
[04:37.24]I can hear my ancestors calling from the land from beyond
[04:43.92]And them Caribbean winds still blow from Nassau to Mexico
[04:52.15]Fanning the flames in the furnace of desire
[04:58.97]And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free
[05:06.57]Bringing everything that's near to me nearer to the fire