Key on the table
Tells me I'm free
But I can't find the door
To fit the key
There's gaps in the space
In the wholes in my shoes
Deep down in the red
And I'm feelin the blues
One of these days I'm gonna turn myself in
Then I'll get time to think of you
Every now and then
Poor boy askin for directions
Excuse me sir, how'd you get to wealth?
Rich man smiles
Behind his last cigar
sayin sorry son
I'm just as lost myself
One of these days I'm gonna turn myself in
Then I'll get time to think of you
Every now and then
See that politician
Reloading his gun
Smile on his face
Like he's the only one
To ever tell a lie
And live to tell the tale
Everybody but you
Got something for sale
One of these days I'm gonna turn myself in
Then I'll get time to think of you
Every now and then
Now and then
I'm not ashamed to cry
Not scared of strangers
Not afraid of goodbye
Chained to my shadow
That follows me around
I've heard my echo's
Been talkin me down
One of these days I'm gonna turn myself in
Then I'll get time to think of you
Every now and then
Romeo and Juliet
They walked an easy line
Like to see them snatch a kiss
In these troubled times
Never had a clearer thought
Than when they marched me up the hill
One thing dosen't get you
Then the other surely will
Alls well that ends well
But it nerer seems to end
But then I'll get time to think of you
Every now and then
The second EP from Northern Irish singer-songwriter Bea Stewart runs from gentle folk to pillowy pop ballads, all perfectly executed. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 15, 2024