Diane Cluck - 4 Score Lightnings Lyrics
Leave a little something by the doorof each place as you're leavingyour back will be much lighteron the roadon the roadpeople here are kindyou'll soon findthere's not much you'll be needingthe farmers don't mindif you reap some of what they've sowed4 score lightnings hit the sky that nightand i think of youthe effect was blinding, frighteningfor awhile i could see the bones in everythinglike i had x-ray viewleave a little something in the bowlfor each mouth that you're feedingyou'll find your rations last a fortnight or moresock away a songin the mouth of each lover you're kissingyou'll hear it ring out from the opposite shoreand it will comfort you in your travelswe all need comfort in our travelscomfort me in my travelswe all need comfort in our travelsoh, 4 score lightnings hit the skythat's eighty if you multiplyand that's more than a few !i suspect as the rain's running down my face and neckit's a sign from youbeckoning me home from my travelsbeckoning me home from my travelsbecause you're the spool on which it all unravelsthe big oak block on which the judges bang their gavels...should i ? should i ?cleave aside the mountainskeeping score of what valleys i'm carvingrocks and water kicked upfor the times when i'm thirsty, i'm starving
