Nothing Gets Through (Chris Hillman/Peter Knobler)


Lonely like a mine sweeper
Peaceful as a light sleeper
Hungry as a jail keeper
after three days on the job

I'm as stable as a forest fawn
As gentle as a good boy gone wrong
All the promise of an early dawn
before the rain

You, I can tell you're not playin'
Nothing gets through
If you see you're not sayin', still I'm stayin'

Constant as a love lost
Tender as an early frost
Simple as a doublecross
but twice the price

I'm as reckless as a favourite son
As subtle as a smokin' gun
Nothin' ventured and nothin' won
and nothin' lost

And you, I can tell you're not playin'
Nothing gets through
If you see you're not sayin', still I'm stayin'

Like a soldier who's going home
Or a rider who's just been thrown
High, I'm almost grown
and almost young

I've taken what it takes
I've paid for my mistakes
Now please, before it's too late
Get me out alive

And you, I can tell you're not playin'
Nothing gets through
If you see you're not sayin', still I'm stayin'

Oh and you, I can tell you're not playin'
Nothing gets through
If you see you're not sayin', still I'm stayin'

I've taken what it takes
I've paid for my mistakes
Nothing gets through to you
Nothing gets through to you
Nothing gets through to you
Nothing gets through


Chris Hillman Clear Sailin' Asylum Records 1977
Three Byrds Land in London