Gunnar Madsen Follow

Throwing stones, almost alone apart from
Something just outside of reach
And I'd swear, I wouldn't say and then I'd

Paint me up into a scene
And throw me like a party which had
Come and stayed and left and been
And had still refused to end

And if your head is happy, and your heart's insane
I'll take you there
When you throw your thunder and you snap my reins
I'll make you care

Since I'm scattered and deranged
I shall seek your holy lunacy, and
Laugh with joy and laugh with pain
So don't say I didn't say

Or I'll remember a Texan man
When he spoke in major sevenths and I'd
I'd get my gun and blow his tan
And banish him from heaven

And if your head is happy, and your heart's insane
I'll take you there
When you throw your thunder and you snap my reins
I'll make you care

My mind has torn it's track to you
My feet can't wait to go
That's why I'm coming back to you
You know I'm coming, you know I'm coming
You'll feel me coming like a gun from below

And if your head is happy, and your heart's insane
I'll take you there
When you throw your thunder and you snap my reins
I'll make you care

Throwing stones, almost alone apart from
Something just outside of reach