Brother Cane Lie In The Bed I Make
(Johnson, Frederiksen) Out of the past On a moon-jet from out of bound Try to relax When my church runs me out of town Fathom a chance To behold what you never knew I'm coming around And I won't be leaving Say you can, say you will Turn a four-letter self regret Hold the hand that holds your fate But don't let it lead you on Right or wrong, I lie in the bed I make On and on, I lie in the bed I make Needed a shove To believe in a jagged edge The sentiment of A self centered wonder man I'm coming unglued Oh I couldn't be more obvious Say you can, say you knew Your sincerity bathed in doubt All you loved and all you knew Time let it lead you on Here in the rough Where a crowd still attracts a crowd Try to relax... Oh I couldn't be so obvious
