Paul Westerberg Follow

What's the matter here? You'll never repair
The lady's cursed with insight
You'll never fix her, with a cold stare
She's all broken inside

She made a good go like a weeping willow
Her limbs clung to the ground
She closed the window and made a pillow
And lay the head down
And as her babies slept, she took a long deep breath

Now they're zipping her up in a bag
Can you hear her blacks crackle & drag?
And the Cadillac's waiting to take her away
Can you hear her blacks crackle & drag?

Another head cold, another spirit old
February
Her hair was dirty and she was thirty in 1963
And while her babies slept, she took a long deep breath

And they're zipping her up in a bag
Can you hear her blacks crackle & drag?
The Cadillac's waiting to take her away
Can you hear her blacks crackle & drag?

And drag, and drag, and drag
And drag, and drag

She made a good go for a weeping willow
She stuffed some rags on the floor
She closed the window
She made a pillow on the oven door
And took a long deep breath while her babies slept

Now they're zipping her up in a bag
Can you hear her blacks crackle & drag?
And the Cadillac's waiting to take her away
Can you hear her blacks crackle & drag?

They're zipping her up in a bag
Can you hear her blacks crackle & drag?
The Cadillac's waiting to take her away
Can you hear her blacks crackle & drag?
Hear her blacks crackle & drag