Rare Bird Turning The Lights Out
Look up, decision upon your face
Baby I know what you're thinking
Some other man wants to take my place
Out of my depth and I'm sinking
Tell me tomorrow, don't tell me today
Hold out your hand me for turning away
You're turning the lights out on me
Head off your stretch is an open door
There's hundreds that turned into tunes
I'm taking each one of every sand dune
Wherever I turn I'm a blues, ooh
Tell me tomorrow, don't tell me today
Hold out your hand me for turning away
You're turning the lights out on me
Tell me tomorrow, don't tell me today
Hold out your hand me for turning away
