A Wolf Descends Upon The Spanish Sahara — Fair to Midland

If you're keeping score then you're bound to win, A birds eye view of a burning bridge, You've gone through ghost towns settle past, Hoping the risk was worth a cause,

Oh, sound off the false alarm,

But i'll make my own colleague from wood and from ivory, And reap the rewards of proximity, I'll assemble my equal from what I lack and require, And gather what's left unaccompanied,

It smells like disaster, It looks like a trap, So go by the wayside, And never look back,

If you could spare me forty winks, While you cry wolf and I count sheep, What good old ghosts in Kevlar vests, With backbones like a jellyfish,

Oh, stomp on your land again,

But i'll make my own colleague from wood and from ivory, And reap the rewards of proximity, I'll assemble my equal from what I lack and require, And gather what's left unaccompanied,

It smells like disaster, It looks like a trap, So go by the wayside, And never look back,

If you are keeping score then you are bound to win, A ring side seat at the main event, Oh, stomp on your land again,

It smells like disaster, It looks like a trap, So go by the wayside, And never look back.