Cry for Sugar

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Last night they done caught me, tryin’ to direct my dreams. I had one where I was writing a book called “Tree Street,” where a man from outer space came and vanished, without a trace. I’d based it on this old unexplained crime involving two good ol’ boys who’d seen this strange dude near their ice cream van. He appears one night on Elm & Oak Street, struttin’ proud, like a hard-up hen ‘cluckin loud in a barred-up pen.
They sauntered up slow, saying, “Stranger? Somethin’ wrong?”

See, ev’ry lick of his lips was just a cry for sugar, and every flick of his wrists meant “My Throat Is Dry!” And ev’ry wink of his eye meant “Heavens help me!”
And in an ice cream van they made our Spaceman cry.

They said “Mister, you don’t come from round here, do ya?”
“Look here, Mister, gonna call you Miss. Understood?”
“Ain’t that you ‘neath the mission bell?”
“Ain’t you cruisin’ the wishing well?”
“Just who do you think you are?”
“You gettin’ scared? Am I sending chills all over your body?”

See, ev’ry lick of his lips was just a cry for sugar, and every flick of his hips meant “Throat Is Dry!” And ev’ry wink of his eye meant “Stars, Come Help Me!”
And in an ice cream van they made our Spaceman cry.

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from Never Be Yourself, released May 15, 2011

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