Karen Matheson

I'm not afraid, I know what's your mind It does not worry me When I hear your name sometimes it's a blade Mostly it's a key And there's always Sunday to change your mind For the craven and the blind There's always Sunday to change your mind And I'll

I'm driving through the open roads of hometown The Junipers are swaying again It's barely five o'clock and sunlight's on the loch And nothing's wrong, no, nothing's wrong I've been working day and night for this moment Since I shed those leaves of do