(chorus) Julia. Where’s your red bandana. Where’s your red bandana. Your hair is in your eyes. Your eyes are blue for miles, Julia. (verse) It’s cold in here. I spent forty years in prison. For forty years the seasons pass by my lonesome cell. But I don’t mind. I come looking for my calling. As though my past has fallen, I can’t help what I don’t know. Can’t help what I don’t know, Julia. (bridge) My final hour is nearly gone. Soon I’ll be trucking my way home. Julia what’s on your mind. Don’t you cry when I leave this world behind. (verse) Can you here. Can you hear the angels crying. Hear the angels dying to be more like you now. More like you now, Julia. (chorus) Your hair is in your eyes Julia.
The Independent | 17 Aug 2019
Newsweek | 16 Aug 2019