Lyrics

GONE TRIBE
The arithmetic of love
Is not without mistakes
To the virgins of the sand
Who the waves can never touch
Led like a lamb to slaughter
In these smoky lawless dives
Where the questions and the answers
Compete to stay alive

DRUMS AND SPIRITS PRAY TO THE SUN WE’RE DANCIN’ ‘TIL THE BREAK OF DAWN
SHE’S IN THE GONE TRIBE
I’M THE ONE WHO’S SHY
SHE’S IN THE GONE TRIBE
CAN’T TELL YA WHY

You know I’d go back
To that sweet Jamaican plain
But I’m crying for a vision
In the Northwest sky
gonna get a water lily
For my bittersweet Jane
My bittersweet Jane