Jack B. Nimble - Shannon McNally

Coming through the eye of a storm

Lost like keys in a purse

I know I’ll find it but I gotta pull everything out first

What do you want

What is it that you want

You’re always looking like

You got something to ask

Jack be nimble

Jack be quick

Think I’m gonna, gonna be sick

Wind swept and drifting follow me down

Why don’t you come see me when I come around.

I saw you watch her

Your eyes were fixed

You were talking to me

But the show was for her

I read your vanity

Like a murder mystery

It was surprisingly thin on plot

Well if you want her

Go on and get her

Yeah, I won’t stop you

If you wish upon another

Don’t say I didn’t warn you

When your ship comes in

and you find yourself lost

In a whirlpool wind

I waited in line

I even said please

I knew you were a myth

Shoulda guessed you’d be a tease

Gotta run for cover

Take to the hills

Can’t get it out of my mind, this drill

This shifting pallet

this swirling turn

this pattern of greased spending

with little to no return