A thousand miles from Memphis
There’s a crime that left the coroner breathless
It’s like the newspapers tell it –that it’s a matter of time
Tom takes the turnpike for Trenton
And the pistol shakes in the glove compartment
He’s got the dirt on his fingers and something worse on his mind

If I wake in the resurrection
Stuck here with our thoughts in Trenton
I’ll stand beside you
Kiss the ground like a radical mind
‘Til we’re tossed down to the ground
Ghosts of this capital town
Yankee streets that can’t stand the heat
If the heat’s not settling down

I’m gonna write me a letter
To a woman in Memphis
I’m gonna give her the words I never managed to say
Sweet Virginia, the life that I would give you
If not for my offenses
I never state my intentions until the time slips away

If I wake in the resurrection
Stuck here with our thoughts in Trenton
I’ll stand beside you
Kiss the ground like a radical mind
‘Til we’re tossed down to the ground
Ghosts of this capital town
Yankee streets that can’t stand the heat
If the heat’s not settling down
Yankee streets that can’t stand the heat
If the heat’s not settling down
Yankee streets, you suffer like you mean it
And another day is gone and you’re still barely bleeding
Yankee streets that can’t stand the heat
If the heat’s not settling down
Yankee streets, you suffer like you need
And another day is gone and you’re still barely breathing
Yankee streets that can’t stand the heat
If the heat’s not settling down
Down down
Yankee streets that can’t stand the heat
If the heat’s not settling down

Yankee streets that can’t stand the heat
If the heat’s not settling down

(You said you loved me but you left.)

Yankee streets that can’t stand the heat
If the heat’s not settling down
Yankee streets that can’t stand the heat
If the heat’s not settling down