SNEAKY FEELINGS

Sneaky feelings come around / Tap my shoulder / Knock me down
A dozen saviors playing cards / Straight as razors / Cheatin’ hearts
Down the mountain in the rain / Trudge the saviors with their spades
Trudging lively two by two / Join the club that makes it through

SNEAKY FEELINGS TAP MY SHOULDER/ KNOCK ME DOWN & MAKE IT THROUGH
Scratch the surface / Skin and mud
Act surprised when you draw some blood
Scratch it daily year to year / There’s a scar now ear to ear
Take a shovel / Lose control / Find a hill and dig a hole
Dig it sideways / Make a cave
Or look straight down and make a grave

SCRATCH THE SURFACE SKIN & MUD/ DRAW SOME BLOOD & MAKE A GRAVE
I cleared tomorrow to make a change / Find a way to clear the air
Clear the field to make some hay / Move tomorrow from there to here
Find a roof to stop the rain / Clean the gutters like a pro
Put my options on the scale / Hang the extra from a pole

CLEAR TOMORROW FIND A WAY/ MAKE SOME HAY JUST LIKE A PRO
Change direction / Change it all / Change your number / Block your calls
Change the seasons just like God / Part the waters with a rod
Cross the ocean all the way / Don’t look back / Just drive that train
Cross the desert like a crab / Raise your claw and catch a cab

CHANGE DIRECTION BLOCK YOUR CALLS/ DON’T LOOK BACK & CATCH A CAB
Seize the moment / Take the cake / Make your point and gather leaves
Tell your story wide awake / Run the gamut fast asleep
Make a promise / Run the race / Run for office / Take offense
Point a finger at your foe / Spend your whole life saving face

SEIZE THE MOMENT TAKE THE CAKE/ GATHER LEAVES WHILE SAVING FACE
The point you make is mighty small / Like a needle on the wall
There’s many ways to flip that coin / I get no comfort from your point
The point you make may draw some blood / Let it heal or cut it off
In the valley in the mud / Even there you’ll find a way

THE POINT YOU MAKE IS MIGHTY SMALL/ LET IT HEAL OR CUT IT OFF
Operator, turn the page / Whisper numbers like a sage
What’s your calling? What’s your game?
Is the sheriff shooting straight?
Undercover like a tent / We’ll find a way to pay the rent
Shaving nickels out of bone / Until the savior calls us home

OPERATOR TURN THE PAGE/ TIL THE SAVIOR CALLS ME HOME
On the table by the cards / Near the ashes are the bets
Near the salt that rubs the cuts there’s a pair of broken hearts
Punched a mountain / Swollen hand / Swollen ego / Swollen man
Pound the pavement / Make it grand / Like a swollen marching band

ON THE TABLE NEAR THE CARDS/ LIKE A SWOLLEN MARCHING BAND
Drowsy saviors laying down / Shielding ears from tolling bells
Rest assured the saving grace is saving saviors from themselves
Drowsy atoms splitting hairs / In a field of sprouting chairs
Tempers twinkle like the stars / Until the morning breaks our hearts

DROWSY SAVIORS LAYING DOWN/ UNTIL THE MORNING BREAKS OUR HEARTS
Straight and narrow / Come around / Take a picture as I fall
Seize the moment going down / Run the numbers through the wall
Hold me closer to your world / Crack a smile / String of pearls
Sneaky wheel on a wooden cart / Squeaky feelings steal my heart

SNEAKY FEELINGS COME AROUND/ TAP MY SHOULDER KNOCK ME DOWN