There was a woman who sewed her man to the bed Took a baseball bat so she could talk to him instead Well it didn't take too long so he would never hurt her again Roland had a dream of making big news Bought a stick of dynamite and he lit the fuse And on his CB radio told his friends it was time to go Boom He made the front page the very next day There was a boy called little Jesu Couldn't move his hands or feet or talk back to you Just sat there sleeping awake And everybody in the town would drop by and fill his ears With the things that were bringing them down Said he was the best listener in town Sometimes it takes us by surprise when it's a strange crooked road Sometimes it takes us way too long when it's a strange crooked road You woke up this morning asking what's going down Wondered if your feet would do any good to the ground But under your pillows are stories that keep us from getting cold And out of the desert came the messenger man Million words and a cigar in his hands Told me if I talked to the sky he would give us this song 'Cause it's a strange crooked road Sometimes it takes us by surprise when it's a strange crooked road
There was a woman who sewed her man to the bed Took a baseball bat so she could talk to him instead Well it didn't take too long so he would never hurt her again Roland had a dream of making big news Bought a stick of dynamite and he lit the fuse And on his CB radio told his friends it was time to go Boom He made the front page the very next day There was a boy called little Jesu Couldn't move his hands or feet or talk back to you Just sat there sleeping awake And everybody in the town would drop by and fill his ears With the things that were bringing them down Said he was the best listener in town Sometimes it takes us by surprise when it's a strange crooked road Sometimes it takes us way too long when it's a strange crooked road You woke up this morning asking what's going down Wondered if your feet would do any good to the ground But under your pillows are stories that keep us from getting cold And out of the desert came the messenger man Million words and a cigar in his hands Told me if I talked to the sky he would give us this song 'Cause it's a strange crooked road Sometimes it takes us by surprise when it's a strange crooked road
