The Walkabouts - Whisper lyrics

Baby, baby Foolish baby Wipe your foolish blame Crazy, crazy Crazy, baby Wipe your foolish blame I've been thinking bout this all week How were lost on a losing streak Armed guards at the last mini-mart Shootin' it wide of the mark Roadblocks goin' up in the dark Hi-rise towers take a tightrope walk Truths a whisper A shaky whisper Chase it, then it's wrong Time is panic Hushed and rankled You feel it, then it's gone They take us in for identity checks They've been roundin' up all their best bets The refineries flare in the night Roman candles from some other life What's best, is somewhere in your hands My best laid plans, your hands My best laid plans, your hands Your hands, my best laid plans Shout! Got nothing to show for this Shout! Where is the now? Where are the next three minutes? Shout! Got nothin' to show for this Shout!