You lean back in that old pine chair
The humid heat is in your hair
The cypress knees poke through the mud
The river moves like heavy blood
Cut the lights and let it go
Watch the black water ripple slow
Silver screen in the evening haze
Lost inside a velvet maze
You spent your days in a dark room
Watching old ghosts start to bloom
Now the crickets play a steady beat
While the summer air tastes like wheat
Cut the lights and let it go
Watch the black water ripple slow
Silver screen in the evening haze
Lost inside a velvet maze
The reel is wound and the film is dry
A copper moon climbs up the sky
You see a frame in a heron's wing
Hear the way the swampy marshes sing
No more flicker on the white wall
Just the heavy timber's sudden fall
The coffee's cold in a heavy pot
This porch is the only spot you got
Your calloused hands hold a rusted tin
Where the long and lonely nights begin
You track the stars like a movie slide
With nowhere left for a man to hide
Cut the lights and let it go
Watch the black water ripple slow
Silver screen in the evening haze
Lost inside a velvet maze
The mosquitoes bite at your worn out sleeve
It is a place you will never leave
The moss hangs down like a heavy curtain
The way the tide turns is always certain
Cut the lights and let it go
Watch the black water ripple slow
Silver screen in the evening haze
Lost inside a velvet maze
Just a flicker in the dark.
Silver screen bayou.
Fade to black.
