Nowhere to Run (Ronnie Lane)

Make no sail for a gift of the wind
Drives you slow for this dream never ends
All my family and all of my friends
Know there's nowhere to run

In the morning they head for the sun
Leave your shadows behind what you done
I have tried but I never have won
Because there's nowhere to run

Michael's rowing
Where's he going?
What's he saying?
Well, that's right
Yeah, that's right

Ghost of old sailor
Long since been dead
Smokin' his pipe and
He's scratching his head
It's bad news
But I heard what he said
He said there's nowhere to run

Michael's rowing
Where's he going?
What's he saying?
Well, that's right
Yeah, that's right

Make no sail for a gift of the wind
Drives you slow for this dream never ends
All my family and all of my friends
Know there's nowhere to run

 

Annie (Ronnie Lane)

Old oaks stand tall, Annie
Seen the world grow small, Annie
But when they fall, Annie
Where will we be?

Winter has come, Annie
No strength in the sun, Annie
And when it's gone, Annie
Where shall we be?

When all the colours have faded
When ol' Jack comes to call
Don't tell them no, tell them maybe
Oh Annie, may God bless us all
Oh, yeah, Annie, may God bless us all

Hear the children call Annie
Every leaf must fall, Annie
God bless us all Annie
Wherever we'll be
And God bless us all Annie
Wherever we'll be



Catmelody (Ronnie Lane)

I'm on my own

I'm all alone

I sowed those seeds and
Now my harvest's home

And I guess this party's over
Cause I'm on my own

My friends they said 'so long'

My days were full
My skies were blue

But I got wise and
I acted like a fool

And now my nights
The morning after feeling like a fool

I'm feeling black and blue

All them back street women

All that homemade liquor's left me here

Just like some old bottle that the tide has left

Washed up beneath the pier

(There's a message in here somewhere)

 

This story's old,

This heart is cold

This old street corner's
Heard it all before

But if I can bum just one more wad

I'll say so long
I'm going home

Well last night the joint was jumping

With all those smart ass gamblers and my booze

They must have seen me coming

Cause these cradle marks are pretty hard to lose

This story's old

This heart is cold

This old trash can's seen it all before

But if I can bum just one more wad

I'll say so long
I'm going home