Elliott Smith - A Silver Chain - live video free download

Sonny boy wore a silver chain,

And he saw the tracks to the train.

But I held a hat in my hand that fit my past to a 'T',

Broken easily.

Took the street from the curb below,

Where it's too disturbing to go.

Holding a needle in my hand above the symphony,

Broken easily.

While the trumpets blare,

Dissipate to air,

And I got praying hands hanging from a silver chain.

With a talent for catastrophe that I can't explain,

And when I count the steps to safety that I know won't protect me,

From pain, it just doesn't work today.

Read more at http://www.songmeanings.net/songs/view/63023/#QgvIABItj8jXtQmo.99