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Glue - Aint nothing promised about tomorrow
(from the album Sunset Lodge EP)
© copyright 2005

without sunshine your garden can’t grow...

the devil was made to trick us,
jesus was made to keep us right,
ain’t nothing promised about tomorrow,
so we better leave town tonight,
if the guitar doesn’t get us, then for sure the organ will,
you can hear the dead singing, if you stand real still,

half the street lamps are burnt out,
they’re the map leading us home,
half the sidewalks are broken,
that’s been our only home,
the bus won’t stop for me,
it knows I'm headed for trouble,
i could hitchhike my way, but the road knows me to well,
that sunshine i was talking about, doesn’t need a job like me,
the world depends on that light so they can see,
I'm trying to get out of town with a blind guide and some spare change,
i know my background is messy, but lord I'm set in my ways,
I don’t regret my path, but i got mistakes like the rest,
i’ve seen these hands rich, and i wasn’t impressed,

the devil was made to trick us,
god is there to keep us right,
ain’t nothing promised about tomorrow
so we better leave town tonight,
if the guitar doesn’t get us then for sure the bass will,
got a head full worry and mouth full of pills,

lord i wasn’t made to wear a prison number,
i wasn’t made to own a fancy car,
you gave me 2 feet, to walk till I'm gone,
i’ve been getting around on the rails,
sailing around your big world,
praising your name in case they haven’t heard,
my vices are simple lord, since i was a child,
i need soul in that rhythm and my people to be wild,
trouble knows my every move,
follows me into every bed i find,
I'm trying to teach the devil to keep his hands off mine,
the law wasn’t made for drifters,
it can’t understood how we move,
glide over highways, i’ve got nothing but time to lose,
this town has gone crooked, i can’t straighten it out,
every woman is a siren, every good man is down,
i don’t regret this path, but i got mistakes like the rest,
i’ve seen these hands dirt poor, and i wasn’t impressed

the devil was made to trick us,
the holy spirit keeps us right,
ain’t nothing promised about tomorrow,
so we better leave town tonight,
if the guitar doesn’t get us then sure the drums will,
lord give me something, i’ve got nothing but time to kill.

a stomp and clap is all we need,
a shock to the system to plant the seed,
Up from the roots comes a giant tree,
lord, let it burn so we can hear you scream,
we’ll play, all day, keep moving the feet,
shuffle while you struggle to feel the beat,
we gotta work, gotta work for every penny we get,
spend it on tithes, keep my pockets in check,
holy spirit, i know you hear it, i scream at the ceiling,
barely breathing, looking for a sign,
looking for a reason, give drive, give me feeling,
edge of life, staring down, at a future and a past,
one makes me fly, one makes me crash,
City nights find a righteous man left in the cold,
Bitter fights bind egos like greed will always do to gold,

i never regretted this path, but i got mistakes like the rest,
i’ve seen jesus’s hands bleed and finally was impressed.