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John Hiatt Hangin Around The Observatory

Hangin' around the observatory We were waitin' to see the moon Well we thought that we was all gypsies Come to escape these lousy ruins Well that telescope

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Hangin' around the observatory. We were waitin' to see the moon. Well we thought that we was all gypsies, Come to escape these lousy ruins. Well

There's a wind inside my soul, Burnin' secrets in the cold. My spirit rages. And the faces in my field, Only flesh made out of him. My body ages

Get your shoes on. Shoe them blues on. Get that full moon out of your eyes. You're the river. Girl you live here, With the sun way up in the sky.

I am the west wind. I am the sea gull. I dance on the waves, As they break on the shore line. The moon is my sorrow. The moon is my lantern.

Get up; ya get down. Get lost and then ya get found. Sure as I'm sittin' here, Sure as I'm sittin' here. Ya get a laugh; ya get a cry . Get '

Stumblin' down the road I gets to thinkin' as I leave her, I've left so many times before. That old north wind's a-blowin' circles round my feet.