Coal

Coal - Michael Penn

Written by： Michael Penn

Who'd have ever thought to

Call that coal

If my hands were warm then I might

I don't know

I keep panning

And in my reach it

Hangs on

Water falls down

There's no gold in this barren town

Used to be a man could make his way

With a barrel full of this black coal

Half certain you'd say

And might reach it

Hangs on

Water falls down

There's no gold in this barren town

Look at every angle

And draw a square

Find some nut you can instead untighten

Watch me in the corner

With a pair

Under certain pressure

Ace a diamond

So run your fingers down my back

You'd make such a cool distraction

And might reach it

Hangs on

Yeah the walls down

There's no gold

There's a line drawn and crossed

By the banks

By the way

Water falls down

There's no gold in this barren town