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 coalmine
We're just blow-ins
on the storm of time
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
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
We're just blow-ins
on the storm of time
We're just stopping
for a while
