I should know my time and place I'm Tuesday's child without the grace Bring your canary, bring your flame There's a rich seam of windy in my coal mine
We're just blow ins on the storm of time Yeah, we're just stopping for a while
Bucket of water to separate Those horny dogs of church and state God of ego, God of lies Pushes us to the corner of our own lives
We're just blow ins on the storm of time Yeah, we're just stopping for a while
I am the magpie when all's shiny and new I can't help myself, I pick a pocket or two And if all time was but a day We'd show up around midnight and say hey
'Cause we're just blow ins on the storm of time Yeah, we're just stopping for a while