Blow Ins

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 mineWe're just blow ins on the storm of time

Yeah, we're just stopping for a whileBucket 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 livesWe're just blow ins on the storm of time

Yeah, we're just stopping for a whileI 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