DAVID ARN lyrics : "Even In A Town of Seven Churches (Odds Are Even)"
They unplugged your magic wand
You grew smaller than your shadow
Learned other ways to turn it on
But, hey___ donâ??t get caught
Without a chair when the music stops
You know what thatâ??s all about.
Designer potholes in the kitchen
Old logos on your dress
Thrift store becomes so much more
When others say it looks like less
Escaping on your own
Is harder than the talk
With shoulders soft from backpacks you carried
Itâ??s well known
You walked the widowâ??s walk
Long before you were even married
Standing outside anotherâ??s limelight
Igniting matches with an open nerve
Odds are even in a town of seven churches
No one will get what they deserve
Spring will bring daffodils and violets
Thereâ??s a rusty cycle everyone wants to save
But come on back, throw away your silence
Weâ??ll plant a pink slip on the step family grave
Heyâ??Donâ??t get caught
Without a chair when the music stops
You know what thatâ??s all about
Heyâ??donâ??t get caught
Without a chair when the music stops
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