Five Fifty-One Songtext
von Bruce Cockburn

Knots in my muscles, too much traffic on my mind
Traffic in my mind, traffic in my mind
Knots in my muscles, too much traffic on my mind
It was five fifty-one, Gray light creeping through the blind
Small source of comfort, Dawn was breaking in the air
Breaking in the air, breaking in the air
Small source of comfort, Dawn was breaking in the air
You don′t take these things for granted when you think of
What's in need of repair
Out on the sidewalk there was diesel in the breeze Diesel on the breeze, diesel on the breeze
Out on the sidewalk there was diesel on the breeze
They′re always getting away with something when they
Think there's no one there to see
Middle of the night cops came knocking at my door
Knocking on my door, knocking on my door
Middle of the night cops came knocking on my door
Still don't know what my neighbour went and called them for
Knots in my muscles... Etc.