Hey Tonka Truck children
How ya doing today
You're playgrounds are soap operas
You're all grown up that way
Someday you'll fill phone books up
With Anglo-Saxon names
Someday you'll fill note books up
With thoughts of yesterday
When you still knew how to play
If you're a winner, where's the prize van
Pulling up into the driveway?
Where's the men in suits and dark shades?
Oh Jericho just maybe
We'll hear the trumpets
They'll play for us now
Come again and make them blow away
Rolling Blackouts
It's at the front door blocking the passageway
Turning over anything that gets in the way
You bore of knobs and levers it's only flashing lights you understand
You've lost the simple pleasures of sifting round in the sand

words and music copyright 2003 Colin Spring