Blown Away Lyrics - Walkabouts

Out past the trees there is nothing to burn 

Just an empty gas station, left to me in a will 

Just a plate of bad habits and plenty of salt for the wounds 

Just a plate of bone china and plenty of salt for the wounds 

At night there are voices 

By the old station house 

They come from an angel with a kerosene tongue 

She say's: "there is trouble, a trouble that no one can name" 

She say's: "help is too late when the memory doesn't remain" 

Blown down the wind 

Let the trouble begin 

Get blown away 

Never look back again 

Down on the troubled wind 

Down on the troubled wind 

You can come on the nightbus and spend a few days 

You can set some explosions and fall asleep in this bed 

But I know that you won't stay with hundreds of miles to go 

Trouble has no friends when trouble needs some place to go