Paroles Four black sheep Martha Wainwright

Four black sheep

Get in the car we’re late for the gig
But don’t go too fast it’s been snowin’ since 10 am
We never will be this free again
Just over the bridge, crossin’ the Gatineau
To the side that I know where the light becomes strange
And we’ll never be this free again.

On our way home singin’ the songs that we learned on our mother’s knee
Four black sheep in need
Tryin’ or cryin’ to be free.

Jesse’s been drinkin’ again and again he won’t believe, he can’t believe
We can see right through his soul.
Mom and Dad are on their way, they know these roads
They’ve been travelling a lonely life.
Black sheep they too were born in the night.
And we’ll meet at the lodge to suck on life as we look up at the sky that we don’t feel the same.
And we’ll never be this free again.
May walked away in the snow sayin’ she was through.

And Frere Jacques would never want to ring the bell to tell us all
We already knew
That out there in the freezing night we will not be all right
Four black sheep travelin’ different speeds

Angry at the world
Losing their way in the cold blue snow.
Red on black on white it glowed.
We will never feel that free again.
We will never feel that free again.

After the show back on the road to Montreal
There were diamonds piercin’ our eyes
And the snow pilin’ up on either side.
Jesse took the wheel, there was an appeal to stop the ride
but we were just four black sheep in the night.

Tryin’ to hold on for our lives.
We never made it home, spinnin’ out on the road
We took to the sky where we were finally free for the last time.
Flyin’ high at the end of our lives.

Four black sheep deep in the white light
Red on black on white in the night
I said red on black on white in the night
I said red on black on white in the night
Red on black on white in the night
Red on black on white in the night…