Jonny Johnson - All Things Are Gonna Talk

Who did you sit with my blue-eyed son
Who did you sit with my darling young one
I sat in the hall of freaks and everyone felt normal
I sat in a room of celebrity and no one felt special
I joined the three-headed dog to protect what was sacred
I walked with the hooker and helped care for her child
I took photos of Mohammed cradling baby Jesus
But I could never share them I tore them to pieces
And they'll talk, and they'll talk, and all things are gonna talk

What did you tell them my blue-eyed son
What did you tell them my darling young one
The teacher only laughed when I told him I played hooky
And the joker called it quits when I tried to be funny
I ignored the talker when she couldn't listen or pace it
I sold songs to the merchant for a glass bat 'cuz I liked it
I paid double for his work, he said he'd have took half
And they'll talk, and they'll talk, and all things are gonna talk

What scared you my blue-eyed son
What scared you my darling young one
I ran from the girl when she asked for my number
But I stopped dead when she took time to repeat it
Ten paths before me showed where I was heading
No signs nowhere to point where I was going
But footprints in the sand by a man I should follow
The direction was clear I just had to choose it
And the girl said she'd follow as long as I took it
And they'll talk, and they'll talk, and all things are gonna talk

Who else is talking my blue-eyed son
What are they saying, my darling young one
The chair is creaking says it's time for replacement
The coffee is getting cold says it's time for reheating
The writing is getting sloppy says it's time about to quit
The skies are falling they prepare for a new one
And society is getting split says it's time for reforming
My plant says forget your thinking I am here dying
And they'll talk, and they'll talk, and all things are gonna talk

So what do you need now my blue-eyed son
What do you need now my darling young one
My shoes could be better for those mountains I am climbing
My signal could be stronger for this message I am sending
I could offer a smile to these women I encounter
My mind could adapt quicker to this world I am roaming
I could pay more attention to this image I am painting
I wish I knew the language for all these things I am hearing
And they'll talk, and they'll talk, and all things are gonna talk

Written by:
Jonathan Johnson

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