Up where the evening sun
The river rolls on by
The neighbors, they tell secrets
The neighbors, they tell lies

And somewhere the plane went down
These things they never stop
Somebody feels the knife
And somebody calls the cops

Oh, the living and the dying
How easily you bruise
Oh Delia, don't go 'round
When the devil's loose

A figure waits in the shadow
Someone drowned in the lake
The march of Georgian feet down the highway
And razor blades in the gate

These dogs will tear your flesh
You'd best give them a bone
I see you there in a sea of faces
I see you there alone

In the living and the dying
How easily you bruise
Oh Delia, don't go 'round
When the devil's loose

And what does a mirror show you?
Can you see the gray?
Your sadness, it is quite lovely
But it's the sadness of a slave

Why don't you give yourself a rest
Oh, give yourself some room
You can't get your arms around everybody
You cannot carry the doom

Of the living and the dying
How easily you bruise
Oh Delia, don't go 'round
When the devil's loose