The Storm

Found himself out into the road

The dust up to his nose

Put that anchor down

To find a place where he could go

'cause he was looking for the shelter

From the storm

You were looking for a place that you could call your own... you...

Kept on, now walking past the signs you used to see

Kept on getting used to dropping-anchor

In the sea

'cause you're looking for a shelter of the storm

Looks like news that storm is coming closer every day now...

Drove himself into a town

The roads were paved with gold

(all the roads were paved with gold)

Eyes wide open, shutters closed

(eyes wide open, shutters closed)

Just waiting for my time to know

(quarter to twelve is time to go)

The sorrow's hiding underground

The rain is falling upside down

(and the clouds are turning red like flames)

Oh 'cause I'm looking for a shelter from the storm...

'cause she's getting closer every day

The storm is getting closer every day

Every day

Big Bird In A Small Cage

  

There was a house half way round the world

And I was invited in for a small taste of gin

There was a hall with a thousand birds long

But the biggest one of them all was in a cage too small

I asked the caretaker cause he was the maker

He looked at me and laughed, took another sip from his glass and said

Open up your ears and hearts

You put a big bird in a small cage and he'll sing you a song

That we all love to sing along

To the sound of the bird that mourns

Well it's a quarter to twelve when the boys walked in

They got their black suits on and the songs would begin

You open up your ears and hearts

You put a big bird in a small cage and he'll sing you a song

That we love to sing along

To the sound of the bird that mourns

You put a big bird in a small cage and he'll sing you a song

Patrick Watson

The Great Escape

Bad day, looking for a way,

home, looking for the great escape.

Gets in his car and drives away,

far from all the things that we are.

Puts on a smile and breathes it in

and breathes it out, he says,

bye bye bye to all of the noise.

Oh, he says, bye bye bye to all of the noise.

Hey child, things are looking down.

That’s okay, you don’t need to win anyways.

Don’t be afraid, just eat up all the gray

and it will fade all away.

Don’t let yourself fall down.

Bad day, looking for the great escape.

He says, bad day, looking for the great escape.

On a bad day, looking for the great escape,

the great escape.

Patrick Watson