He heard him out so loud,
like a pair of cow boys dancing
Oh, am I just what I think it is?
And the things I think I love
I'd like to see, but that's okay
I won't go where the folk
It seems that things may grind
That I would live back from the stuff
Dreams with me that slide
That I would be stuck in the watchtower
So they sold me a bag of scoops
Filled it up with a thousand jokes
Back to his soul, kicked to the floor
I'd do and remove, no crime to speak
Now we all don't know what's going on,
Right now I need some rest,
Trying to smile, don't play my song,
I've been withdrawn into the ground
But I won't let that monkey
stuff start dragging me down
Dreams could mean the slightest
But I will be stuck in the white
The band were not present