Things Snowball - John Wesley Harding

You might remember this conversation when you get older

You may recall the warning signs by the road

But if you lose all recollection or misplace your sense of direction

Here’s a quarter, taped to the number of my phone

When childish habits are slow to die

You might look up and wonder why

Things snowball in the twinkling of an eye

You could be paying for the present on expenses

You might realize your biggest lies on a movie screen

You could be living in a mansion, your corporation in expansion

With a broken heart, that far exceeds your wildest dreams

When childish habits are slow to die

You might look up and wonder why

Things snowball in the twinkling of an eye

Somewhere way under the rainbow

Dragging round an empty pot of glue

Bruised and confused, it could happen to you

Seeing for the first time that dreams can come true

I was living free up the stairs from a mortuary

He could hear me bring the bodies home at night

He tried to say, «I was just like you», I shouted back, «You're an old fool»

He said, «Listen» and I told him, «I'd rather die», but I changed my mind

'Cause childish habits are slow to die

You might look up and wonder why

Things snowball, things snowball, things snowball

In the twinkling of an eye