Ichabod Crane

Presently, he stopped inside of a lonely place to rest a while
He leaned against a granite wall, and gave himself a little smile
Head chopped off like Ichabod Crane, oh, the things I’d do again
Tongue hacked out like Helen Keller, oh, if I could only tell her
In the bowels of memory lane, meet me in the sugarcane
In a little place I keep for all the things that never came

Time is a big city that rolls up majestically
With sewers that are festering, and that’s the way it has to be
Head chopped off like Ichabod Crane, oh, the things I’d do again
Tongue hacked out like Helen Keller, oh, if I could only tell her
In the bowels of memory lane, meet me in the sugarcane
In a little place I keep for all the things that never came, and

When will I see you again?
Meet in the sugar cane
The devil is a pious man
He’ll take anybody in
44’s in his right hand
Where movies are the only love
Darlings kissing the god above
You don’t know how to say you’re sorry, you're sorry

Time is a measure of how much you’ll never
Be able to tell her how much you love her
Head chopped off like Ichabod Crane, oh, the things I’d do again
Tongue hacked out like Helen Keller, oh, if I could only tell her
In the bowels of memory lane, meet me in the sugarcane
In a little place I keep for all the things that never came
My true love is gone, my true love was slain
And she died in that Alabam’ sugar cane

Head chopped off like Ichabod Crane, oh, the things I’d do again
Tongue hacked out like Helen Keller, oh, if I could only tell her
In the bowels of memory lane, meet me in the sugarcane
In a little place I keep for all the things that never came, and

When will I see you again?
Meet in the sugar cane
The devil is a pious man
He’ll take anybody in
44’s in his right hand
Where movies are the only love
Darlings kissing the god above
You don’t know how to say you’re sorry, you're sorry