Kill The Messenger Lyrics - Fat City - Shawn Colvin

Jane, it sure looks like rain 

These Canadian plains and their windblown hair 

Oh Jane, the bruise colored clouds 

The smell of the ground in the ripening air 

I have seen you in your fluttering dress 

And your dry face of steel 

As you're dragging your red rowing boat 

'Cross the forever fields 

See Jane, something's gone dead inside my head 

There's nothing but fear 

Oh Jane, the rivers of grief, the tears of relief 

Seem ages from here 

Sometimes the beauty of life 

Hits like lightening washing everything clear 

And these dimmers of doubt flicker 

And fade out and disappear 

But Jane, that is a luxury 

There are those of a little faith, it seems 

And they beg for truth like charity 

And I see them on every street corner 

They are holding out one righteous hand 

While the other leads the marching band 

In the shadow hymn of the scratch man 

Heed the message, kill the messenger 

Oh Jane, I heard you found love 

Wriggling up from the mud on the shores of Granville 

Oh but Jane, in the wink of an eye 

The naysayers fly like the hounds at your heels 

Oh Jane, now they'll whisper your name 

And you won't feel the chains, you won't see the moss 

Oh Jane, there's an art to the game 

The aesthetics of love, the athletics of loss 

Sometimes someone drifts by 

And our nets get entwined in the sea 

And in time I might find 

They still mean something to me 

But Jane, that is a luxury 

There are those of a little faith in me 

And they pull me down like gravity 

And I see them on every street corner 

They are masters in the sleight of hand 

They are dancers and they step so grand 

To the shibboleth of Shadowland 

Heed the message, kill the messenger