The 33rd of August

The 33rd of August - Joan Baez (瓊·貝茲)

Today there's no salvation the band's packed up and gone

Left me standing with my penny in my hand

There's a big crowd at the station where the blind man sings his song

But he can see what they can't understand

Its the thirty third of august and I'm finally touching down

Eight days from Sunday finds me Saturday bound

Once I stumbled through the darkness tumbled to my knees

A thousand voices screaming in my brain

Woke up in a squad car busted down for vagrancy

Outside my cell as sure as hell it looked like rain

Its the thirty third of august and I'm finally touching down

Eight days from Sunday finds me Saturday bound

Now I've got my dangerous feelings under lock and chain

Killed my violent nature with a smile

Though the demons danced and sang their song within my fevered brain

Not all my god like thoughts lord were defiled

Its the thirty third of august and I'm finally touching down

Eight days from Sunday finds me Saturday bound