Sleep

So, you got the blues
The evening wore out your shoes

To a shuffling beat
It's a colourful crowd
Spray-can information
Cover the lonely station
A checkpoint for the state of the nation

So, you got the blues (we're counting in threes)
The evening wore out your shoes

On the mission-beat beat
The radio drug
Wayward destination
A secondhand sensation

Take this heart
Break this heart
Wrap it up

So you got the blues (and it's gettin' worse)
The evening wore out your shoes (our hero's in trouble)

In the back of the cell
The plug and the cord
A shoulder dislocation
I'm bruised in isolation

Take this heart
Break this heart
And give me some peace

In the eye of the storm (so, you got)
We were counting on walls (the blues)
Cross-my-heart confusion (the evening wore out)
We're all looking for a new solution (your shoes)

Say, it's the heat of the land, now
Swallowin' sweat, how?
Say those dreams can shake me
God, come down and save me

Oh, won't you take this heart
Break this heart
Wrap it up

So, you got the blues
So, you got the blues
The evening wore out your shoes
The evening wore out your shoes
So, you got the blues
So you got the blues
The evening wore out your shoes
The evening wore out your shoes
So
So you got the blues



Credits
Writer(s): Martin Rotsey, Peter Garrett, Robert Hirst, James Moginie, Peter Gifford
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