OUT OF TOWN
(Music & Lyrics by J. Wilson; Poem by M. St. George)
© Ochiltree 136 Publishing (1998)

Your eyes light up with hate and scorn
You must be thinking of those deeds you’ve done
But time won’t speed others’ wounds to heal
Now there’s no one left to make a deal
You’ve got nowhere left to turn and fate won’t let you down

Your scheming has cost many dear
Your sour games have brought on salty tears
You seem to all so out of place
Can you possibly stay in such disgrace?
You’ve got nowhere left to turn and fate won’t let you down
Trying to pretend you’ve learned, won’t get you out of town

    I say we busy, busy like commuters on the T.T.C.
    Devilish eyes, with every colourful scheme applied
    Now you wonder why there’s nowhere to turn
    You now see all your actions, them get burn
    You might have to assume wings and fly out of town

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From the Album: DARK CORNERS