Weather Vein

Sitting on the porch
A pocket full of change
Rocking back on forth
A broken weathervane

Spinning in the wind just like a piece of broken tin
That someone shaped like a chicken
This time I can't leave with nada

Spinning in the wind just like a piece of broken tin
That someone shaped like a chicken
That's always pointed at Nevada

Spinning in the wind just like a piece of broken tin
That someone shaped like a chicken
This time I can't leave with nada

Spinning in the wind just like a piece of broken tin
That someone shaped like a chicken
This time I can't leave with nada

Spinning in the wind just like a piece of broken tin
That someone shaped like a chicken
This time I can't leave with nada

No more games
Nowhere left to go
Going to catch a plane
Somewhere in Mexico

Can you imagine on a run like that
A sum like that
I'd fuck up and be done like that
Can you imagine on a run like that
A sum like that
I should have put it all on black

Can you imagine on a run like that
A sum like that
I'd fuck up and be done like that
Can you imagine on a run like that
A sum like that
I should have put it all on black
I should have put it all on black
I'd fuck up and be done like that

I should have put it all on black
I should have put it all on black



Credits
Writer(s): Jason Perrott
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