Jamie Blue - Tiny Ruins

Take James Indigo

Blood on his hands, oh

Blue-button James

He was a town crier

Whiskey or prophecy

It’s hard to distinguish, but he

Cried with a strange fire

His lone voice getting higher

With each hour passing him by

Cursing the malaise of his time

So unkind

Blue James looking down

At his hands, he makes a fist with his right

Like a washed-up boxer hearkened back to his best fight

It’s the brave that fortune favors

And going out to bat for you

Dodging and digging my own grave and

Lucky bravery blue

It’s the brave that fortune favors

And going out to bat for you

Dodging and digging my own grave and

Lucky bravery blue

And it’s a shame I know

That God saw the shadow

And that quest is fallen

Says in two, I think of James

He wasn’t always the best man, think of James

But I hear he sang true, think of James

Calling his questions

Vision’s broken, years they ain’t through

His lone voice getting higher

With each hour passing him by

Cursing the malaise of his time

So unkind

Blue James looking down

At his hands, he makes a fist with his right

Like a washed-up boxer hearkened back to his best fight

It’s the brave that fortune favors

And going out to bat for you

Dodging and digging my own grave and

Lucky bravery blue