The Walkabouts

Whisper

The Walkabouts


Baby, baby 
Foolish baby 
Wipe your foolish blame 
Crazy, crazy 
Crazy, baby 
Wipe your foolish blame 

I've been thinking bout this all week 
How were lost on a losing streak 
Armed guards at the last mini-mart 
Shootin' it wide of the mark 
Roadblocks goin' up in the dark 
Hi-rise towers take a tightrope walk 

Truths a whisper 
A shaky whisper 
chase it, then it's wrong 
Time is panic 
Hushed and rankled 
You feel it, then it's gone 

They take us in for identity checks 
They've been roundin' up all their best bets 
The refineries flare in the night 
Roman candles from some other life 
What's best, is somewhere in your hands 
My best laid plans, your hands, 
My best laid plans, your hands 
Your hands, my best laid plans. 
Shout! Got nothing to show for this 
Shout! Where is the now? 
Where are the next three minutes? 
Shout! Got nothin' to show for this 
Shout!