Blow Ins

I should know my time and place

I'm Tuesday's child, without the grace

Bring your canary, bring your flame

there's a rich seam of windy in my coalmine

We're just blow-ins

on the storm of time

We're just stopping

for a while

Bucket of water to separate

those horny dogs of Church and State

God of ego, God of lies

pushes us to the corner of our own lives

We're just blow-ins

on the storm of time

We're just stopping

for a while

I am the magpie when all's shiny and new

I can't help myself, i pick a pocket or two

and if all time was but a day

we'd show up around midnight, and say hey

We're just blow-ins

on the storm of time

We're just stopping

for a while