Bruce Cockburn

Bruce Cockburn - Five Fifty-One lyrics

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Knots in my muscles, too much traffic in my mind

traffic in my mind, traffic in my mind

knots in my muscles, too much traffic in my mind

it was five fifty-one, gray light creeping through the blind

Small source of comfort, dawn was breaking in the air

breaking in the air, breaking in the air

small source of comfort, dawn was breaking in the air

you don't take these things for granted when you think of

what's in need of repair

Out on the sidewalk there was diesel on the breeze

diesel on the breeze, diesel on the breeze

out on the sidewalk there was diesel on the breeze

they're always getting away with something when they

think there's no one there to see

Middle of the night cops came kocking on my door

knocking on my door, knocking at my door

middle of the night cops come knocking at my door

still don't know what my neighbor called them for

Knots in my muscles, too much traffic in my mind

traffic in my mind, traffic in my mind

knots in my muscles, too much traffic in my mind

it was five fifty-one, gray light creeping through the blind

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