Man needs colour to change his name Gentle breeze collided softly in his ear Breath of god all over In this time we went away Tenderness come hold in the storm Man likes to take to feel his chains Man likes to take time to view his pain And in between fully felt the lie low For between never saw the sky move Fend off this nighttime there's a storm we have to clear Lay down your empty cup and wait Choose a day that won't compete and a day will disappear Choose a cup that won't be left in line Fortune may complain Fortune may complain My little lady my god in the corner store Lay down make a bed where the child from the woman can sleep My little campsong breathes fire on the welcome sign Take this harmony home Fortune may complain Fortune may complain
Writer(s): Peter Ronald Cohen, Karl Stephen Smith Lyrics powered by