Bruce Cockburn
Five Fifty-One
[Verse 1]
Knots in my muscles, too much traffic in my mind
Traffic in my mind, traffic in my mind
Knots in my muscles, too much traffic in my mind
It was five fifty-one
Gray light creeping through the blind

[Verse 2]
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

[Verse 3]
Out on the sidewalk there was diesel on 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

[Verse 4]
Middle of the night cops came knocking on my door
Knocking on my door, knocking on my door
Middle of the night cops came knocking on my door
I still don't know
What my neighbour went and called them for
[Verse 1]
Knots in my muscles, too much traffic in my mind
Traffic in my mind, traffic in my mind
Knots in my muscles, too much traffic in my mind
It was five fifty-one
Gray light creeping through the blind
(Gray light creeping through the blind)