Lyrics

14. It’s Gonna Happen Slow 3:37
music and lyrics by Ernest Troost

Old man says you’re all asleep
Or playing with your latest gizmo
Keep your wits about you
‘Cause it’s gonna happen slow

They’ll spin you tales of a golden past
But they’re playing you like an old banjo
Keep your wits about you
‘Cause it’s gonna happen slow

chorus
It’s gonna happen slow, boys
Like wolves pullin’ down a fawn
Freedom’s such a fragile thing
You turn around and it’s gone

These are demons of our own design
Breaking stuff is all they know
Keep your wits about you
‘Cause it’s gonna happen slow

chorus

This ain’t no sprint we’re runnin’
This ain’t our first rodeo
Keep your wits about you
‘Cause it’s gonna happen slow


Ernest Troost, vocal, guitars, bass, pandemic brass, percussion 1
Gary Ferguson, drums