Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ode To Thinking, artist - Bobby Long. Date of issue: 06.08.2015
Song language: English
Ode To Thinking |
| Break the branch upon the willow |
| no bird will want to sing today |
| Cut loose the boats down in the boathouse, |
| we’ve never seen such strange old days |
| Tell the lost that no one’s looking, |
| tell the found that no one cares, |
| No one can ever find the answers, |
| We’ve never seen such strange old days |
| So long to thinking, the crowd will travel well, |
| we’ve unchained a monster, |
| and it left me feeling unwell |
| So long to knowing, the past is buried still, |
| Under a hard place in an empty wishing well |
| No one’s coming for the helpless, |
| so come and quickly help yourself, |
| Go and sell yourself to Jesus, |
| God insists upon that sale |
| People are whistling to the sirens, |
| they clap their hands to a defeat |
| I saw a headless person crying, |
| we’ve never seen such strange old days |
| So long to thinking, the crowd will travel well, |
| we’ve unchained a monster, |
| and it left me feeling unwell |
| So long to knowing, the past is buried still, |
| Under a hard place in an empty wishing well (2) |