Feathers Songtext
von Clive Gregson

Well I was blessed with a roving eye
A winning smile and a pack of lies
And as I roamed from town to town
I found out what makes the world go round
And it′s not love and it's not gold
It′s not a young child's crying or respect for the old
It's how you make the best of things
How you stroke feathers
And how you clip wings


My best friend′s wife was skin and bone
I spent my life trying to get her alone
And one fine day I did just that
But as we kissed my heart fell flat
And I knew that day that I′d done wrong
And I swore right then to change my song
But I can't play on broken strings
So I stroked her feathers
Then I clipped her wings

Well I can guess how this will end
In a rundown room with a worn-out friend
Or on a lonely road as the miles creep by
To a one-horse town where the wells run dry
But I don′t make plans and I don't look back
I just slip and slide between the cracks
And I just take whatever life brings
I stroke feathers
And I clip wings
Yeah, I stroke feathers
And I clip wings