Roadblock (Six Weeks) - Atta Boy

One more detour now, one more roadblock then the road looks clear

So, let’s take the train, to the coast 'fore the rain gets here

Hurricanes can’t be seen, at all where the airplanes fly

So just box old prayers, unheard words when they know the lie

Up late, down low, no sleep, nowhere to go

Cold spell, no snow, two feet, nothing to show

Six weeks, now past, and stand still, don’t go too fast

Sweet dreams, at last, cheap thrills, because I asked

I can see the lights of the ship

Can you see it, too?

Don’t you dare, too cross

What they say’s not true

Up late, down low, no sleep, nowhere to go

Cold spell, no snow, two feet, nothing to show

Six weeks, now past, and stand still don’t go too fast

Sweet dreams, at last, cheap thrills, because I asked

Its a shame you left, way back when all the roads were clear

So, I’ll take the train, to the coast, but you won’t be here