“Sent for From Out of Town”

Lyrics

Mama said trouble kills the bad parts of yourself
Well I’m afraid I might not have anything else left
I want to get tired of staring into the lights
I want to get tired of feeling all those eyes on me tonight

I hear a hush come on the crowd
They know I was sent for from out of town
And the ocean of the air, it hangs right there
Nobody out there is breathing while I'm singing

Mama don't worry about me on the road
Even trouble knows you can't squeeze blood from a stone
It's nothing I ain't seen since I was a kid
If you got a fire you sure don't keep it hid

I hear a hush come on the crowd
They know I was sent for from out of town
And the lights burn bright alright
But tonight I shine brighter
And I reach out into my beginning

Copyright © 2010 Karl Ward

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