The Best Part of Clarity Songtext
von No Time To Think

The old drunken man said he had a song in his heart
"I got the money if you got the time, I′ve been hung to dry from the start"
The prostitute in dirty rags took the note and hid it clean
Said "two for a dollar, third ones for free if you can paint my house green"

So gimme a new outlook
Give me a lucky thrill
You got what I need
And I got time to kill
So tell me what I want to know
She would always ask me "which way do the crooked winds blow?"

Well the sailor on the Atlantic said I wanna see the stars
The captain said "son you're miles and miles too far"
So his first mate, which was his wife, spilled wine on the floor
And then said "who needs it? I don′t need to walk anymore."

So down on Broadway, the mistrals of the streets play
With all the surrogates and passer-bys blocking the way
No one could hear them speak even if they bowed down and tried
So they gave up and they drove out to get their eyes on the prize


So gimme a new outlook
Give me a lucky thrill
You got what I need
And I got time to kill
So tell me what I want to know
She would always ask me "which way do the crooked winds blow?"

I spoke to God on the mountain, screaming what's the next scene
He said" Boy be quiet! You got years left to dream."
Then I woke up, and spoke up about modern philosophy
Just to come back where I started and retry some history

The dying man in the pawnshop screams about how he's been a victim of fate
While the stubborn man and the bookworm end the endless debate
I′ll bet you my Irish blood the paint on the house is dry
While the drunken man begs the trick girl to suck him dry

So gimme a new outlook
Give me a lucky thrill
You got what I need
And I got time to kill
So tell me what I want to know
She would always ask me "which way do the crooked winds blow?"