Anybody's Guess
I've got my clothes hangin' on the line,
And I better run and get em' quick
'Cause there's a big black cloud rollin' in.
The weather man said it ain't gonna happen,
But I can smell it in the wind.
I told myself I can't run anymore,
I gotta hang myself out on that line
And let the water soak into my skin
If I keep my feet off the ground And my arms to the to the sky
I'll be fine.
Well it's gonna catch up to me
Like the moon chasin' the sun and Winter chasin' the fall.
It's an opportunity
Ringin' on the phone,
I better answer the call
The prosecution comes on heavy
And I have little to no defense,
And I can forget about foolin' the Jury.
Yeah the judge hammers the mallet that unleashes the fury.
The verdict guilty and the sentence Brutal,
But it was blessing in disguise.
Then the hail falls down with no Restraint.
It rips off every leaf on that dog wood tree,
But all the little white flowers remain.
(Chorus)
All the evidence from the scene
Points to a single smoking gun.
It says, how can you expect to Grow if you don't
Dig in your roots and point yourself to the sun.
(Chorus)
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