On the road (1)

7 mai 2011

Timber Timbre, Trouble comes knocking

I want your money
But your money ain’t right
So I’m packing it in
I stay at home every night

And the place had cleared out
Bad luck had fallen
And no one came knocking
No one came calling

But when things got real bad
Oh, people got scared
Well I got worried
So we took what we could get

And all you fair weather watchers
Watch out and beware
When your trouble comes knocking
I hope you ain’t there

With a sword in a bag in my trunk
I keep my eyes and my mind on the road
Cuz it’s a hard hearted hearing
Every handshake grinning toll
When your grave disaster falls

Out of the purple woods
From a season in hell
Off the human dawn
There was nothing left
But you pulled me out
From beneath the wheel
With a cry in the name
We began to heal

And then things got real bad
Oh people got scared
Well I got worried
But we took what we could get

And all you fair weather watchers
Watch out and beware
When your trouble comes knocking
I hope you ain’t there

With a sword in a bag in my trunk
I keep my eyes and my mind on the road
Cuz it’s a hard hearted hearing
Every handshake grinning toll
When your grave disaster falls

(Timber Timbre, Full Time Hobby, 2010)