The Shaky Hand

Cancel all your plans

Cancel all your plans

Cancel all your plans

He belted into the mirror again

He whispered into his shaky hand

An oath into a palm, it’s an atom bomb

Unplugged before the storm

A winning bid to leave before the party dies

We’d be wise to leave before the party dies

Call it ancient intuition or a consolation prize

We’d be wise to leave before the party dies

Cancel all your plans

Cancel all your plans

We’re going to beat the traffic again

He belted into his shaky hand

Beat ourselves to the promised land

It doesn’t look like much

Tell us where we ought to go