Prelude No. 4 Songtext
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Prelude No. 4 Songtext
Down a lonely hallway
Sit beside the wall
Wonder if they′re coming or if we should make the call
Years have turned the children's games to products and desires
I only want to try a dodge instead of leave the fires
Well I′m riding down the highway
All desire now removed
I've been followed for a mile now
But to me that's nothing new
No it′s nothing new
They say what′s eating you
I say you're nothing new
Then I look in the back
I see that beacon bright
I can′t believe it
Pull over slowly
Wish it was a night
I don't need it
Crazy is not the kind that gets uptight
I can′t fight it
You say I'm a little paranoid
Oh my my
No I can′t hide it
Now a restaurant likes their business
And a farmer digs his clams
But the talker loves those steady gigs
For these he'll do a dance
But all these pleasures I'd give up
For a contract in my hand
Stating every proud official
Would just please stay off my land
Try and understand
Sell me all you can
But please stay off my land
I look out the window
Headlights in the drive
Try to recall what I′ve done to drive
Wonder what the hell they want me for this time
Must have had my plates stolen
Reno would say I′m an outlaw in my own land
Maybe I'm a new one
So me and the boys we keep it on the run
Guy on the moon
Never noticed how all my songs
Are all these heavens want me for
Sit beside the wall
Wonder if they′re coming or if we should make the call
Years have turned the children's games to products and desires
I only want to try a dodge instead of leave the fires
Well I′m riding down the highway
All desire now removed
I've been followed for a mile now
But to me that's nothing new
No it′s nothing new
They say what′s eating you
I say you're nothing new
Then I look in the back
I see that beacon bright
I can′t believe it
Pull over slowly
Wish it was a night
I don't need it
Crazy is not the kind that gets uptight
I can′t fight it
You say I'm a little paranoid
Oh my my
No I can′t hide it
Now a restaurant likes their business
And a farmer digs his clams
But the talker loves those steady gigs
For these he'll do a dance
But all these pleasures I'd give up
For a contract in my hand
Stating every proud official
Would just please stay off my land
Try and understand
Sell me all you can
But please stay off my land
I look out the window
Headlights in the drive
Try to recall what I′ve done to drive
Wonder what the hell they want me for this time
Must have had my plates stolen
Reno would say I′m an outlaw in my own land
Maybe I'm a new one
So me and the boys we keep it on the run
Guy on the moon
Never noticed how all my songs
Are all these heavens want me for
Writer(s): Philip White Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

