Cross her off your short list
My blood is a red winged bird
The way will be lit by the bridges we burn, oh
And come, tornado, carry my away from the croft
Ruffle my hair, bear my body aloft, oh
As the cutlass came down on a Saturday night
Left an unplanted field, left my daughter and wife
Called away into service for a clerical life
Left an unplanted field, left my daughter and wife
Thought I was a sad boy
Now I know, I know, I know I was wrong
Since you came alone I can see how content I had been
It'll drive a man crazy to age from the outside in
But I have a plan, it's a trick with the prick of a pin
As the cutlass came down on a Saturday night
Left an unplanted field, left my daughter and wife
Called away into service for a clerical life
Left an unplanted field, left my daughter and wife
Artist: Ana Gabriel
Artist: Humble Pie