Five Fifty-One

Knots in my muscles, too much traffic on my mind
 Traffic in my mind, traffic in my mind
 Knots in my muscles, too much traffic on my mind
 It was five fifty-one, Gray light creeping through the blind
 Small source of comfort, Dawn was breaking in the air
 Breaking in the air, breaking in the air
 Small source of comfort, Dawn was breaking in the air
 You don't take these things for granted when you think of
 What's in need of repair
 Out on the sidewalk there was diesel in the breeze
 Diesel on the breeze, diesel on the breeze
 Out on the sidewalk there was diesel on the breeze
 They're always getting away with something when they
 Think there's no one there to see
 Middle of the night cops came knocking at my door
 Knocking on my door, knocking on my door
 Middle of the night cops came knocking on my door
 Still don't know what my neighbour went and called them for
 Knots in my muscles... Etc.