Crooked Accounts from Red Dust by Rodello's Machine

In dark shadows, in black dusty rooms
I lay in my bed with blue sky dreams
In truth I doubt, in truth I take the blame
I see little in my cup, but it's flowing over the brim

Come on now this can't be real, with all this heartache I feel
Come on now, haven't you shown me enough

I heard of a man with bottomless wealth
Like a trusted old well that came up from the ground
Until the day he questioned, inspected the source
He went to the bottom to find it all was gone

Come on now this can't be real, with all this heartache I feel
Come on now, haven't you shown me enough

I guess I'll get out of my way, get out of my way
There's a mad man inside of my head with crooked accounts and alot to say.

• Alternative
• singer-songwriter
• Encinitas