The 33Rd August

Today there's no salvation
The band's packed up and gone
Left me standing with my penny in my hand
There’s a big crowd at the station
Where the blind man sings his song
But he can see, what they can’t understand
It's the 33rd of August
And I'm finally touching down
Eight days from Sunday finds me
Saturday bound
Once I stumbled through the darkness
Tumbled to my knees
A thousand voices screaming, in my brain
Woke up in a squad car
Busted down for vagrancy
And outside my cell it's sure as hell
It looked like rain to me
It's the 33rd of August
And I'm finally touching down
Eight days from Sunday finds me
Saturday bound
It's the 33rd of August
And I'm finally touching down
Eight days from