Bottle Up - Kelley Stoltz

Looking for a street where the wind don’t blow

You pull your collar up, bottle up and go

Keep your conscience clear of an envious bag

You know I hate to hear it when you say that it’s a drag

Please give me shelter from the rumbling storm

I’m out here on the street, can’t find no peace at home

A microphone to help the old singer carry on

A tangled web is spun in the haunted house of song

Out of a window, a horn would beck and call

Every true believer doubting Thomas and Saint Paul

Saying please give us shelter from the coming storm

There not listening on the street, can’t find no peace at home, oh, no

Nosy Nostradamus puts himself in every place

An architect of ruins with a smile upon his face

Can’t say nothing till formless words appear

The crowd begins to sing, and their voice is fairly clear

Please give us shelter from the rumbling storm

There’s nothing on the street, can’t find no peace at home, oh, no

You can look for a street where the wind don’t blow

Or turn your collar up

Bottle up and go

You can look for a street where the wind don’t blow

Or pull your collar up

Bottle up and go