Neutral Spirits Songtext
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Not my home, never ever will be
A prison, no dear privacy none at all
Pockets filled with lint nothing to replace it with
Just my hands while I'm sitting here
Clock hands wash away the hours
Something grabbed a hold of my soul
Things just seem so empty as of late
I can't feel that the wheel will never move again
A prison, no dear privacy none at all
Pockets filled with lint nothing to replace it with
Just my hands while I'm sitting here
Clock hands wash away the hours
Something grabbed a hold of my soul
Things just seem so empty as of late
I can't feel that the wheel will never move again
I can only wait through these times
Rain when will it come?
Rain when will it come?
Work, dance that I do, will it summon the clouds?
Frown will I cast off this grey sullen shroud?
Gears will they move grinding turning away?
Questions that I ask through these dreadful days
Rain, when will it come?
Rain, when will it come?
I can't feel that the wheel will never move again
I can only wait through these times
Glasses filled with melting ice and liquor
Ashtrays soon to be combed over
Rolling swirls of smoke do twirl
Through beams of evening sun
Rain when will it come?
Rain when will it come?
Work, dance that I do, will it summon the clouds?
Frown will I cast off this grey sullen shroud?
Gears will they move grinding turning away?
Questions that I ask through these dreadful days
Rain, when will it come?
Rain, when will it come?
I can't feel that the wheel will never move again
I can only wait through these times
Glasses filled with melting ice and liquor
Ashtrays soon to be combed over
Rolling swirls of smoke do twirl
Through beams of evening sun
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