Lyrics Crimson Moon - Blackberry Smoke

Homecoming queen, about to turn 18
Just a couple of months younger than that wannabe James Dean
She can't wait, just say when
She ain't gon' leave a note, she ain't gonna tell a friend
He smeared the rain on the black top
She heard a banshee in the wind

Hey, hey, hey darling please
Let's put these hard times in the breeze
Let's go find a little breathing room
Maybe in the light of a crimson moon (oh, now)

He was named after the hurricane
Blew through in '79, and he did just about the same
Ain't no point, no way of living it down
Standing at the crossroads, at the sideways one like town
Screamed "Oh Lord", is the only sound she made
She climbs on and wraps her hands around his waist

Hey, hey, hey, darling, please
Let's put these hard times in the breeze
Let's go find a little breathing room
Maybe in the light of a crimson moon
Oh-oh, uh

Nothing worse, the hare left behind
Just two lost souls, they go running off into the night
They felt the fire of running on two wheels
If they don't stop tonight, Lord knows they never will

Hey, hey, hey, darling, please (oh, Lord, please)
Let's put these hard times in the breeze (oh, now)
Let's go find a little breathing room
Maybe in the light of... (maybe in the light of...)
Maybe in the light of a crimson moon, oh, yeah