Maestranza

Monday night Loud in the road outside I saw the gate coming down And smoke all around The south hill These last days Con-men controlled my fate No one is holding the whip And the oil won’t stick But I will Now that a light is on Now that the water runs And the heartless are nearly gone No time to get it wrong Sunday end Ache for the sight of friends Though I’ve been safe in the thought That the line we walk Is the same one Now that a light is on Now that the water runs And the heartless are nearly gone No time to get it wrong Sometimes it comes to this, no it’s true This time, what comes of it, call it due I do I do I do I do Now that a light is on Now that the water runs And the heartless are nearly gone No time to get it wrong