Down the Line

When the long arm of the law starts reaching
And the girl you’ve got at home starts preaching
When your inner dialogue is up and running
And four fingers on the table and endless strumming
You know you’ve got trouble on the line
You know the seeds turn to flowers in your mind
When the cold jailhouse walls come creeping
And your mother on the phone keeps weeping
They want to take you to the hanging tree
They want to lock you up and throw away the key
You know you’ve got trouble on the line
You know the seeds turn to flowers in your mind
You know you’ve got trouble on the line
You know how they fear that the seekers will find
You know you’ve got trouble on the line
You know the seeds turn to flowers in your mind
You know you’ve got trouble on the line
'Cause you know how they fear that the seekers will find
You know you’ve got trouble on the line
'Cause the door you found led deep inside the mind