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  1. Fickle Soul
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© Ⓟ 2019 Colette Rivers
All rights reserved.
Written, produced and performed by Colette Rivers.

Drums played by Jordan Tredray.

Lyrics

Baby you got an itch in your pocket
Like a lightning bolt.
Quickened steps, clicking heels on the sidewalk
Cause it's in your bones.
Hitch a ride to the stars if you want but
there's no coming back.
Floating out like a leaf on the water
sinking into black.

In a box in an office in a city
and the days go by.
Earning dollars so you do what you want,
but you don't have a life.
Looking out beyond the breaker and the
changing tides.
Hoping now your heart'll start racing
and you'll feel alive.

BABY YOU GOTTA FIND A WAY TO CALM THAT FICKLE SOUL.
MAYBE IT'S IN MY ARMS OR DOWN A ROCKY ROAD.
DREAMS FADE ON WAKING
MELTING LIKE THE SNOW.
BABY YOU GOTTA FIND A WAY TO CALM THAT FICKLE SOUL.

Come on let's go and play in the fire
and burn it up.
I'm the one with the hole in her pocket
guess I'm not so tough.
Taking off as soon as the roots grow.
Any opportunity to go.
That's me. That's me. That's me
with the fickle soul.

BABY YOU GOTTA FIND A WAY
TO CALM MY FICKLE SOUL.
MAYBE IT'S IN YOUR ARMS
OR DOWN ANOTHER ROAD.
DREAMS FADE ON WAKING,
MELTING LIKE THE SNOW.
BABY YOU GOT TO FIND A WAY
TO CALM MY FICKLE SOUL.

BABY YOU GOTTA FIND A WAY
TO CALM MY FICKLE SOUL.
MAYBE IT'S IN YOUR ARMS
OR DOWN ANOTHER ROAD.
DREAMS FADE ON WAKING,
MELTING LIKE THE SNOW.
BABY YOU GOT TO FIND A WAY
TO CALM MY FICKLE SOUL.