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John Hiatt Master Of Disaster

Well, he packed up his suitcase 'Cause the deal gone down She was slipping on her stockings Lord it made the sweetest sound There was a baby in the reeds

Caught like a deer in my own headlights Frozen on this road tonight I had a fix on the brightest star Now I'm not sure, where you are North is south

In the forest of no gravity Where birds mock reality We laid out some bread crumbs Yeah but somebody ate 'em Always thought we'd make it here But here

We made a pact Lying there on our backs Swearing to every star That the sky did hold Promising our love was true And promising to see it through Then

lungs Ship to shore I can't see the coastline anymore I shouldn't be here I thought, I made that loud and clear But the master of disaster Gets tangled

ship to shore I can't see the coastline anymore I shouldn't be here I thought I made that loud and clear But the master of disaster gets tangled in his

Come out of a fireball Notes burning and the letters scrawled I ain't ever goin' back no more Bare light blub and a hotplate Was there that I finally

Well he packed up his suitcase 'Cause the deal gone down She was slipping on her stockings Lord it made the sweetest sound There was a baby in the reeds

Caught like a deer in my own headlights Frozen on this road tonight I had a fix on the brightest star Now I'm not sure where you are North is south