"Scott Fitzgerald" lyrics - CROWN LANDS

There's a cold front, moving in
It's a shame, the things we're living in
There's a boy on the corner - he wears no black shoes
He sways to the rhythm of the rhythm and blues

There's a cold front, moving in
It's a shame, the things we're living in
There's a boy on the corner - he wears no black shoes
He sways to the rhythm of the rhythm and blues

[Chorus:]
I can feel it in my bones
I know it's time to go home

You rise to great the new day sun
You face each day like a loaded gun
It's you or me son: take your pick
Take that hate and swallow it

Brothers and sisters I can hear your cries
Like radio signals up in the sky
Brothers and sisters I hear your moans...
So far from our home

[Chorus:]
I can feel in my bones
I know it's time to go home

[Bridge:]
Scott Fitzgerald and ten black sheep
Lost on the highway and need a place to sleep
Scott Fitzgerald and ten black sheep
Lost on the highway and need a place to sleep

Scott Fitzgerald and ten black sheep
Lost on the highway and need a place to sleep
Scott Fitzgerald and ten black sheep
Lost on the highway and need a place to sleep

Scott Fitzgerald and ten black sheep
Lost on the highway and need a place to sleep
Scott Fitzgerald and ten black sheep
Lost on the highway and need a place to sleep

Scott Fitzgerald and ten black sheep
Lost on the highway and need a place to sleep
Scott Fitzgerald and ten black sheep
Lost on the highway

[Chorus:]
I can feel it in my bones
I know it's time to go home