Blown away lyrics

Artist  : Walkabouts 
Song : Blown away
 
Out past the trees there is nothing to burn
Out past the trees there is nothing to burn
Just an empty gas station, left to me in a will
Just an empty gas station, left to me in a will
Just a plate of bad habits and plenty of salt for
the wounds
Just a plate of bad habits and plenty of salt for
the wounds
Just a plate of bone china and plenty of salt for
the wounds
Just a plate of bone china and plenty of salt for
the wounds
At night there are voices
At night there are voices
By the old station house
By the old station house
They come from an angel with a kerosene tongue
They come from an angel with a kerosene tongue
She say’s: ’there is trouble, a trouble that no
one can name’
She say’s: "there is trouble, a trouble that
no one can name"
She say’s: ’help is too late when the memory
doesn’t remain’
She say’s: "help is too late when the memory
doesn’t remain"


Blown down the wind
Blown down the wind
Let the trouble begin
Let the trouble begin
Get blown away
Get blown away
Never look back again
Never look back again


Down on the troubled wind
Down on the troubled wind
Down on the troubled wind
Down on the troubled wind


You can come on the nightbus and spend a few
days
You can come on the nightbus and spend a few
days
You can set some explosions and fall asleep in
this bed
You can set some explosions and fall asleep in
this bed
But I know that you won’t stay with hundreds of
miles to go
But I know that you won’t stay with hundreds of
miles to go
Trouble has no friends when trouble needs some
place to go
Trouble has no friends when trouble needs some
place to go


Blown down the wind
Blown down the wind
Let the trouble begin
Let the trouble begin