#1
This is a kind of folky, bluesy rock song

There's horsemen knocking on the door
Interrupting your quiet desolation
Well when they're gone you can have some more
And me and my woman
Will steal away
To some quiet corner
Before the break of day
Crushes our expectations

Where is it going to end, my friend?

You say a storm is brewing
You saw it on the BBC
Don't listen to the weatherman
Don't believe what you see on TV
If the world curtain falls
And the serpent unfurls
Would you grin, your wager won?
As the silence falls upon your curls

Where is it going to end, my friend?

If you had your way
Would you condemn us to obscurity?
Let me tell you that nothing is sure
And it isn't right to know your fate
Last edited by OKSauce at Jun 25, 2011,
#3
Yeah it is pretty folky, my friend played flute on it the other day at an open mic, worked well
#6
Yeah I think its a nicely written song. Hard to picture it exactly without hearing it performed, but the words and structure looks good