Steve Kilbey & Martin Kennedy - The Story Of Jonah

In between the echoes of daylight
November novel blur and outline
You finish up things in no time
The lesson is learned online

I struggle to accepting it's over
I'm running for cover
Nothing to discover there
It's limited fanfare
So unaware
It's not fair enough I suppose

We're telling the story of Jonah
They only wanted him to do a phoner with the king of Ninevah
He saying lord you gotta be kidding
I mean I'll do your bidding
Any old day
But not there and not that way
I can't play, don't make me I say
But that night when he climbed in his bunk
Before the ship had sunk
He thunk he heard a great big storm (storm, storm, storm)
And he couldn't hide and couldn't ride the waves
So they threw him away to a watery grave (grave, grave, grave)

But now you swallow me only
Spat me out lonely
Rolled me out onto the hostile shore
I'm walking towards the walls
Where the red curtain falls
Upon the halls of the wickedest men
The wickedest men

Nothing to discover there