Coal - Michael Penn

Who’d of ever thought to call that coal?

If my hands were warm then I might

I don’t know

I keep panning

and in my reach it Hangs on Water falls down

There’s no gold in this barren town

«Used to be a man could make his way

with a barrel full of this black coal»

half certain you’d say

but in my reach it Hangs on Water falls down

There’s no gold in this barren town.

Look at every angle

and draw a square

find some nut you can instead untighten

Watch me in the corner

with a pair

under certain pressure

ace, a diamond

So run your fingers down my back

you’d make such a cool distraction

cause in my reach it Hangs on yeah, the walls down

but there’s no gold

there’s a line drawn and crossed

by the banks.

By the way

water falls down

there’s no gold in this barren town.