Lungs
By: Townes Van Zandt


Won't you lend

 your lungs to

 me
             
Mine are colla

 
psing 

Plant my feet 

and bitterly b

reath
             
Up the time th

     
at's passing
             
Breath I'll gi

       
ve and breath 

I'll take
             
And pray the d

         
ay's not poiso

n
            
Stand among th

           
e ones that li

ve 
           
In lonely inde

  
cision



Fingers walk t

he darkness do

wn
             
Mind is on the

 
 midnight

Gather up the 

gold you've fo

und
             
You fool it's 

     
only moonlight
             
And if you try

            
 to take it ho

me
             
Your hands'll 

        
turn to butter
            
Better leave t

           
his dream alon

e
           
Try to find an

 
other



Salvation sat 

and crossed he

rself
             
And called the

       
 devil partner

Wisdom burned 

upon a shelf
             
Who'll kill th

         
e raging cance

r?
             
Seal the river

        
 at its mouth
             
Take the water

 
 prisoner
            
Fill the sky w

             
ith screams an

  
d cries
           
Bathe in fiery

 
 answers



Jesus was an o

nly son
             
Love his only 


concept

Strangers cry 

in foreign ton

gues 
             
And dirty up t

   
he doorstep
             
And I for one 

          
and you for tw

o
             
Ain't got the 

         
time for outsi

de
            
Just keep your

             
 injured looks

    
 to you
            
We'll tell the

             
 world that we

 
 tried