John Tams Safe House
run for cover find another town along the road
you’re flying blind
you’ve seen the small-town losers
left out in the cold
shelter is the one thing on your mind
these are hard-times for winning
harder if you lose
you’ve got nowhere left to try
every day’s engraved into the soles of you shoes
just to find a place to lie
com in, lie easy lay down your weary brow
you’re welcome here kind stranger
you’re in a safe place now
i said, you’re welcome here kind stranger
you’re in a safe place now
pack a sack, turn your back
put your face against the tide
it gets harder every time
all the same old signals say
it’s time to step outside
you’re not just the victim – you’re the crime
time will come for everyone to step outside a while
chase the rainbow – hail the bright new morn
searching for a resting place along the crooked mile
empty handed orphans of the storm
