Houdini Punches - Son Volt

Wind there blows the dust off of holy ground

No exit for hope, gone from bad to worse

Mocking an assault of society’s dream

Comprehension and pain to pick up off the floor

Heart attack through him, within condition

Flies are buzzing around with an eye to scorekeeper

Reality falls when the new thrill burns down

Feelings resonate, parallel lives get drawn out

Too many Houdini punches may fall

Stranded by reasons for staying, imploring

Reason is a telescope when you’re on your own

Heart attack through him, within condition

Flies are buzzing around with an eye to scorekeeper

Reality falls when the new thrill burns down

Flies are buzzing around with an eye to scorekeeper

Reality falls when the new thrill burns down