In this dusty little railroad town. Smack in the heart of the bible belt. Where nothing ever changes. While nothing remains the same. When first I saw the raven. Lean against the wind. I said who's the girl. With the tattoo on her skin. I followed her home. She lives down by the water. My friend Teddy told me. She's the Frenchman's daughter. On this day of reckoning. I'm riding shotgun with you. Tangled twisted strands of love. Hanging from above. Chorus:. I'm burnin for you. Burnin for you. We were first time lovers. In a secret rendezvous. Burnin burnin. Burnin for you. When I come knocking on her front door. The neighbour said she don't live there no more. Well she moved from the country. down to the city. Where the scene was dark. And the street was gritty. In the hustle and bustle and all the commotion. She got addicted to the locomotion. On this day of reckoning. By the old wooden bridge. I wait for you. Tangled twisted strands of love. Hanging from above. Chorus. I remember the smell of the burning leaves. And we were making love. She was like a young Georgia O'Keefe. From another time. In an old abandoned railroad shack. On should never go. Where anything can happen. When the zephyr blows. On this day of reckoning. I'm calling to you. Tangled twisted strands of love. Hanging from above. Chorus. The phone rings she said. I can't tell you where I'm calling from. Cause my papa's on the lam. For something shady that he's done. There hangs a tale of love. For the first time. For the first time.