No Name Lane - Bernard Fanning

I woke up in a No Name Lane in a valley of green

A silver teardrop rolling from my cheek

I never had a reason to feel so relieved

Standing on the hilltop waiting for a break in the cloud

Waiting for my luck to turn around

Well, I take a little break from the static of the crowd

Tall ships pitch and spin

Clouds come rolling in a line

On the heaving horizon

There’s never gonna be a better time to say

I’ll be outta my head when the ship comes in

Lord, yeah, she’s coming in

A tender resignation from the human race

Left without a shadow of a doubt

Show my enemies a warm embrace

Crush them with kindness and grace

Show my enemies a warm embrace

Crush them with kindness and grace

Let the money go cold, let the money go cold

Only ashes of a story begging to be told

Well, I woke up in a No Name Lane in a valley of green

A baby-boy there bouncing on my knee

I never had a reason to feel so relieved

Standing on the hilltop waiting for a break in the cloud

Waiting for my luck to turn around

Well, I take a little break from the static of the crowd

Show my enemies a warm embrace

Crush them with kindness and grace

Crush them with kindness and grace

I’ll be outta my head when the ship comes in