I took a bus to Baton Rouge
There are other things I remember, as well
I'll never be free from these chains inside
I took a bus to Baton Rouge
But to tell them would be just too hard
A fig tree stood in the backyard
The driveway was covered with tiny white seashells
Ghosts in the wind that blow through my life
Built up on cinder blocks off of the ground
'Cause there were precious things that I couldn't touch
I took a bus to Baton Rouge
What with the rain and the soft swampy land
I took a bus to Baton Rouge
Company couch covered in plastic
By the sweet honeysuckle that grew all around
And gently rock the waves
Books about being saved
For so many reasons it's been on my mind
I took a bus to Baton Rouge
Sometimes the doors they'd be locked
I took a bus to Baton Rouge
Were switches when we were bad
The house on Belmont Avenue
The dining room table nobody ate at
A seashore was painted on the shade
It would turn around when you switched on the bulb
All the front rooms were kept closed off
I never liked to go in there much
There was this beautiful lamp I always loved
Follow me wherever I go
The piano nobody played
Hidden deep down in my soul
