Greg Harper

Lyrics

Well they say that everything is good, and they say everything is fine
You hope they might be telling the truth, but you think they might be lying
And you’re asking all the questions, but the answers never come
It’s like standing under a raincloud, waiting for the sun

And you’re nine ways from Sunday, you’re nine ways from Sunday
You’re nine ways from Sunday, haven’t you heard?

Some say the ice sheet’s doing fine, some say it’s minimising
Some say the signs are crystal clear, some say they’re fantasising
But they’ll take it to the limit, and you can’t trust their lyin’ eyes
Beware the prophet you’re perceiving, is just a devil in disguise

And you’re nine ways from Sunday, you’re nine ways from Sunday
You’re nine ways from Sunday, haven’t you heard?

Well the mad dogs claw and bite, as our futures they ignite
And if the wildlife had voting rights, would they be saved?

And you’re nine ways from Sunday, nine ways from Sunday
Nine ways from Sunday, haven’t you heard?

So we’re sending probes to outer space, looking for life and water
There’s a family gathered in a park, just grieving for their daughter
As you try to make some sense of all the stories in the news
All the flooding, lying, stabbing, dying, but you’ve never liked the blues

And you’re nine ways from Sunday, nine ways from Sunday
You’re nine ways from Sunday, haven’t you heard?
Haven’t you hurt?
Nine ways from Sunday, nine ways from Sunday
Nine ways from Sunday, nine ways from Sunday
It’s all absurd