The Walkabouts - Whisper Lyrics
Baby, babyFoolish babyWipe your foolish blameCrazy, crazyCrazy, babyWipe your foolish blameI've been thinking bout this all weekHow were lost on a losing streakArmed guards at the last mini-martShootin' it wide of the markRoadblocks goin' up in the darkHi-rise towers take a tightrope walkTruths a whisperA shaky whisperChase it, then it's wrongTime is panicHushed and rankledYou feel it, then it's goneThey take us in for identity checksThey've been roundin' up all their best betsThe refineries flare in the nightRoman candles from some other lifeWhat's best, is somewhere in your handsMy best laid plans, your hands,My best laid plans, your handsYour hands, my best laid plans.Shout! Got nothing to show for thisShout! Where is the now?Where are the next three minutes?Shout! Got nothin' to show for thisShout!