Campbell Harrison



Words On a Page

Campbell Harrison


Campbell Harrison - acoustic guitar & vocals

Devin Harris - electric guitar

Jamie Hood - piano

Michael Hurwitz - bass

Brandon Williams - drums

Kofi Burbridge - organ & flute


Words On A Page

© 2015 Campbell Harrison


Crack of dawn, gotta shake off a yawn, and you’re ready to seize the day.
Iron’s hot, better strike what ya got, cause it goes to easily.
They say an apple a day will keep the doctor away, but I don’t like fruit.
So pay attention now, you got it wrong somehow… what you’re supposed to do.

Read the words on the page, it’ll be okay, tell you what you should know.
Matters not where you stand, you’re still in my hand… I got a secret to show.

Crack the book, come and take a look, I got it all now figured out now.
This world is ripe for the taking, life is what you make it, it’s the same old stuff you know.
But I know that the sheriff’s in town with a gold badge on his vest.
And if you run then he’ll pull out his gun, send you home in a hickory chest.


Run around to the outskirts of town, there’s a guy there waiting for you.
The gold watch won’t cost you too much and it’s shiny and it’s brand new.
You got your paper bag with tales of old Ahab, with all those lessons learned.
But the man with the watch, who never taught you too much, is gonna make it burn.


But when that hole that you stepped in goes up to your knee.
It’s time to feel in the dark, for things you cannot see.
It’s just a random prescription, a cause without a cure.
I will just suffer the symptoms… bother me no more…

Crack of dawn, tried to shake off a yawn, but you couldn’t do what they say.
Iron’s hot, now we’re serving the rot that will feed on society.
Throw the apple away, worms will feed someday, upon the freshest fruit.
Take your medicine now, let it burn your mouth, it’s what you’re taught to do.