John Hiatt
John Hiatt
John Hiatt
John Hiatt
John Hiatt
John Hiatt
John Hiatt
John Hiatt
John Hiatt
John Hiatt
John Hiatt
John Hiatt
John Hiatt
That girl you were seein' back in '72
Somethin' 'bout a hotel room and bath water in your shoes
Were you into your Catholic thing then or some other stew?
Were you both holed up in that honeymoon suite practicin' voodoo?
It'll come to ya'
Don't look back, it's gonna come to ya'
In the middle of the night, with your covers pulled up tight
It's gonna come to ya'
And that business partner you took for every red cent
Can't even remember now where all of that money went
Some on liquor and women, maybe a little rent
But as far as payin' it back well, Buddy, you ain't made a dent
(Chorus)
They'll all be standin' 'round ya' in your sleep
Looki' for a promise you couldn't keep
'Cause back when you were hollow inside
You were tryin' to puff yourself up with your own foolish pride
Now you're happily married, got a wife and kids of your own
But sometimes in the closet at night you can hear them rattlin' bones
Takin' bets on your future and your current postal zone
It's a spooky equation, but check out yourself, Jack, you're the great unknown
(Chorus)
Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes
Gonna come right to ya' (x2)
Gonna come right (x2)
Gonna come right to ya'
It’ll Come To You was written by John Hiatt.
It’ll Come To You was produced by Glyn Johns.
John Hiatt released It’ll Come To You on Tue Aug 30 1988.