Pravda

Lyrics from vinyl lyric insert

[Verse 1]
I've waited through the wars of winter
I've watched the cherry [?]
I cannot wait here any longer
I'm leaving at the rising of the moon

[Verse 2]
I know what lies beneath Manhattan
I know who's buried in Grant's Tomb
I wonder if they'll wait a while
To clear away my [?]
I'm leaving at the rising of the moon

[Chorus]
They always ask me about Pravda
It's just the Russian word for truth
Your consciousness is not my problem
'Cause when I come home, it won't be home to you

[Verse 3]
Your uncle Henry lived in Moscow
Your aunt Ludmilla lived there too
Irina grew up in Wisconsin
I'm leaving at the rising of the moon

[Verse 4]
The final moments in a doorway
The sacred light of afternoon
Something starts to shake the leaves
You tug upon your T-shirt sleeves
And shiver 'til the rising of the moon

[Chorus]
They always ask me about Pravda
It's just the Russian word for truth
Your consciousness is not my problem
'Cause when I come home, it won't be home to you