Down the Line - The Sonic Dawn

When the long arm of the law starts reaching

And the girl you’ve got at home starts preaching

When your inner dialogue is up and running

And four fingers on the table and endless strumming

You know you’ve got trouble on the line

You know the seeds turn to flowers in your mind

When the cold jailhouse walls come creeping

And your mother on the phone keeps weeping

They want to take you to the hanging tree

They want to lock you up and throw away the key

You know you’ve got trouble on the line

You know the seeds turn to flowers in your mind

You know you’ve got trouble on the line

You know how they fear that the seekers will find

You know you’ve got trouble on the line

You know the seeds turn to flowers in your mind

You know you’ve got trouble on the line

'Cause you know how they fear that the seekers will find

You know you’ve got trouble on the line

'Cause the door you found led deep inside the mind