Make Believe His Short Quip When Eddie's Bothered Lyrics
Last updated: 02/08/2007 11:00:00 AM
It's 5:30 a.m. in west Missouri.
I'm waiting for the sun in a perfect breeze and highway hum motel parking lot's neon geometry.
I'm up and out before the sun and I'm singing like Harry Nilsson,
Awake alone in love with my misery.
'Cause when trouble comes I say thank you.
This is a discipline that works best when forgotten.
When trouble comes just say thank you.
People it's all yours, please see it -
It all must be seen to be seen through.
Just trust your needs to feed you.
So when you're lying awake
Afraid the sky might crack open and fry
The clouds up like scrambled eggs
When trouble comes to say thank you.