Blown away, we're blown away
We're heading for the sun, for the sun.
Stow away, you stow away
You're bound to have some fun
Like a loaded gun.
Flick away in the ashtray
Your smile says no fear
You're wrong my dear.
Try to hide your past away
In a bottle or a can
From the past you ran
And you're at the doorstep of an evil, helpful man
Flee the night, the time is right
The gap will quickly close
Under your nose.
Watch your left foot, drug away
You're clumsy in the snow.
In the snow.
Flick away your troubled ways
Your smile says no fear
You're strong my dear.
Try to hide your past away
In a bottle or a can
From the past you ran
And you're at the doorstep of an evil, helpful man
Blown away, we're blown away.
We're heading for the sun
For His son.
credits
from The Woodpile - EP,
released December 8, 2015
Written and performed by Evan Gwin
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