live at the Tantric Jazz Cafe in Bristol
"Say you're the real one, making all the writing,"
Said the waiting man to God
Signaling his thinking with a breath that came to be a leaking sigh
Brought him to see a reason why
Well, we'll see what is written and play it before we go
And we'll sing it on the road
Sing it out to sea
Play it when we're alone, we're gonna make it alive, We're gonna
Stay around in my home, and try not to be shy
Holding close to a right-on hole
You know, I'm waiting to see, but I
Usually miss the show
They say a life like this could never, ah...
I could be... you know? See?
Making the rounds at every bar, saying
"Been gone too long"
Saying, "been gone too long"
Well, we'll see what is written and play it before we go
And we'll sing it on the road
Sing it out to sea
Play it when we're alone, we're gonna make it alive, We're gonna
Stay around in my home, and try not to be shy
Holding close to a right-on hole
You know, I'm waiting to see, but I
Usually miss the show
© JMWH 1991