Blown Away Lyrics - The Walkabouts

Blown Away
Out past the trees there is nothing to burnJust an empty gas station, left to me in a willJust a plate of bad habits and plenty of salt for the woundsJust a plate of bone china and plenty of salt for the woundsAt night there are voicesBy the old station houseThey come from an angel with a kerosene tongueShe say's: "there is trouble, a trouble that no one can name"She say's: "help is too late when the memory doesn't remain"Blown down the windLet the trouble beginGet blown awayNever look back againDown on the troubled windDown on the troubled windYou can come on the nightbus and spend a few daysYou can set some explosions and fall asleep in this bedBut I know that you won't stay with hundreds of miles to goTrouble has no friends when trouble needs some place to goBlown down the windLet the trouble begin