Maestranza

Monday night

Loud in the road outside

I saw the gate coming down

And smoke all around the south hill

These last days

Con-men controlled my fate

No one is holding the whip

And the oil won't stick, but I will

Now that a light is on

Now that the water runs

And the heartless are nearly gone

No time to get it wrong

Sunday end

Ache for the sight of friends

Though I've been safe in the thought

That the line we walk is the same one

Now that a light is on

Now that the water runs

And the heartless are nearly gone

No time to get it wrong

Sometimes it comes to this, no it's true

And this time, what comes of it, call it due

I do

I do, I do, I do

Now that a light is on

Now that the water runs

And the heartless are nearly gone

No time to get it wrong