WORDS

DAY PASSED OUT

She’s out again. She dance all night. She lose her baby.

Alone in her bed, bare as a branch. Just another close shave, maybe.

She raised her skirt, put out her thumb. She never thought she’d ever get back all her freedom.

 

Is this the way it should have been? Is this the grand design?

It’s plain as the nose upon my face. 

But you raise your glass, and you bite your lip. 

But when the day passed out is when your life got ripped up now, baby.

 

Perhaps someone else tore down your soul and stole your secrets.

Famous last words scrawled out in blood. And you know the tourniquet fits.

A red rag blows, falls off the shelf. You shot your foot to save the sad remains of yourself.

 

Is this the way it should have been? Is this the grand design?

It’s plain as the nose upon my face. 

But you raise your glass, and you bite your lip. 

But when the day passed out is when your life got ripped up now, baby.

 

Oh, the round peg drops into place - No, don’t force it.

Oh, the steel still cuts to the heart - No, don’t force it.

There’s a bolt of bone on death’s door - No, don’t force it, unless of course it’s...

 

Really the way it should have been. And it’s the grand design.

It’s plain as the nose upon my face. 

But you raise your glass, and you bite your lip. 

But when the day passed out is when your life got ripped up now, baby.

 

 

Tim Ellis - Acoustic guitar

Nancy Hess - Bass

JVA - Acoustic guitar, Wurlitzer, Vocals 

Gregg Williams - Drums and Percussion