Is the Devil gonna track me down?
Sometimes you get too close to nowhere now
And all I want is something I can write about
In a church house ten miles out of town
But I hang on every word
Don’t stop now
You get fooled by the lightning every time
We can’t tell what is right in front of us
Give me something I can cry about
No, don’t stop now
Just remember that’s how you get to me
We will travel through a tunnel in the trees
God knows where the satellite’s taking us
Sometimes you have to turn the wrong way round
The birds are headed south
Then you turn the wrong way round
Don’t stop now
No, don’t stop now
Restless, hopeful, in silence I wait
There’s no number on the house
‘Cause you can’t follow my directions home
But don’t stop now
Give me something I can write about
Give me something I can write about
With a blank piece of paper on the top of my head
See the after image of my outline
