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Text: Joe Pug. The Messenger.

Oh she's a messenger
Her body bold and bare
You've always been a gentleman
But tonight you can't help but stare

Her senses have been soaked
It must be more than smoke
Floatin' on the air

Oh she's a messenger
If she knows, she doesn't care

Oh she's a messenger
And slowly from within
Her message has been amplified
Written on your skin

Despite what you maintain
She crashes like a train
Here she comes again

Oh she's a messenger
Where ya goin', where ya been?

And all the amber lantern lights
Reside upon her path tonight
The stars have long decided where she'll go

There is no chance to grasp or guide
The absent rains, the terrible tide
The stars have long decided where she'll go

Oh she's a
Oh she's a
Get you in the mornin'
She's a long season
Oh she's a messenger tonight

You drove your truck to Michigan
But you couldn't beat the rain
You registered a motel
But you didn't use your name
The audience applauds
On the TV down the hall
You wonder what they're sayin'

Oh she's a messenger
Who sings a sad refrain

Oh she's a
Oh she's a
Get you in the mornin'
She's a long season
Oh she's a messenger tonight