Tom McRae Follow

Got no gloves, and I don’t wear a hat
And these streets are cold and I
Forgot the reasons I came.

Walk a mile and I cross a bridge to where
Theh heat of inner stream meets cold river air
And I wonder if I will survive the wave
That’ll drown this place

It’s a clockwork planet
And I’ve broken every key
Trying to keep the time from twisting
Out of reach

And it’s one Mississippi
It is two times grip is slipping
It is three Mississippi
Time stands still

Got no home, and I made no plans
And this city holds me in the palm of its hand
And it sings ‘This is where you catch your breath.’

Well I’m thinking of you
And I can hear your words
When you said, ‘flying away is for the birds
And by the way, genius,
You ain’t walking south.’

It’s a clockwork planet
And I’ve broken every key,
Trying to keep the time from twisting
Out of reach

And it’s one Mississippi
It is two times grip is slipping
It is three Mississippi
Time stands still

It is four Mississippi
Can we stop the clocks from ticking
It is five Mississippi
Time stands still

Can we spin the world on its axis
Can we make the clocks run backwards
Can I only change your history for a day

And can I fix you in this movie
See us both in slow motion
Is that sunrise or sunset
Well who can say

Yeah it’s one Mississippi
It is two times grip is slipping
It is three Mississippi
Time stands still

Yeah it’s one Mississippi
It is two times grip is slipping
It is three Mississippi
Time stands still

Yeah it’s one Mississippi
It is two times grip is slipping
It is three Mississippi
Time stands still