Story Behind The Song

Foster Klug called me up one day when we were writing the song - you can't argue with fate.

Song Description

brush his hair and he'll be fine

Lyrics

Foster Klug


V1. She follows down she understands
She takes it easily by hand
Inside a voice keeps calling out
You never get much anyhow

V2. Don't take it out or let it dry
you'll never know if you don't try
and after all is said and down
the prince of thieves rides into town-

V3. where he has sensed a fight
brewing up and out the night-
games getting out of hand
tear him up and watch him land

Ch And so she let herself turn slowly into air
It's always easier when no one's there to care
and that's terrible, you need someone to blame
so just book yourself a four day violation easy plane

V1

V4. Somewhere up above it all
pick it up then let it fall-
down slowly to the ground
check it out in lost and-

V5. Foster Klug is on the phone
heaven knows he's never
far from meeting his deadline
brush his hair and he'll be fine