Tornado Joe
This place is quicksand
Don't you ever come back
I guess you knew
What was good for you
You got out before you sank
This place is quicksand
You look after yourself
And you'll see soon
I'll get out too
Either there or somewhere else
This place is quicksand
Don't you ever come back
I guess you knew
What was good for you
You got out before you sank
Hey ho Tornado Joe
Rip through me again
I miss the mess in our old van
I miss your bag of pens
Hey ho Tornado Joe
I propose a toast
To you and me and rock and roll
We gotta blow out towards the coast
There's so much I don't know
About this far left coast
But my short time here for sure has shown
It ain't no Mecca
No paradise
The ocean's great
And the weather's nice
But isolation is everywhere
You can't escape it by coming here
Anxiety can hitch a ride on planes
Loneliness travels from state to state
All my stuff is in bags and crates
Can't es-cape my bag-gage brains
Oh
This place is quicksand
Don't you ever come back
I guess you knew
What was good for you
You got out before you sank
This place is quicksand
You look after yourself
And you'll see soon
I'll get out too
Either there or somewhere else
Hey ho Tornado Joe
Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm
Hey ho Tornado Joe
Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm
Don't you ever come back
I guess you knew
What was good for you
You got out before you sank
This place is quicksand
You look after yourself
And you'll see soon
I'll get out too
Either there or somewhere else
This place is quicksand
Don't you ever come back
I guess you knew
What was good for you
You got out before you sank
Hey ho Tornado Joe
Rip through me again
I miss the mess in our old van
I miss your bag of pens
Hey ho Tornado Joe
I propose a toast
To you and me and rock and roll
We gotta blow out towards the coast
There's so much I don't know
About this far left coast
But my short time here for sure has shown
It ain't no Mecca
No paradise
The ocean's great
And the weather's nice
But isolation is everywhere
You can't escape it by coming here
Anxiety can hitch a ride on planes
Loneliness travels from state to state
All my stuff is in bags and crates
Can't es-cape my bag-gage brains
Oh
This place is quicksand
Don't you ever come back
I guess you knew
What was good for you
You got out before you sank
This place is quicksand
You look after yourself
And you'll see soon
I'll get out too
Either there or somewhere else
Hey ho Tornado Joe
Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm
Hey ho Tornado Joe
Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm
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Writer(s): Daniel Potthast
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