Out here on my strip the animals run quick Where yellow birds (???) and flying around their marks And where I think of the flame that could drown (???) Or is this the same, so how do you explain? And if you can explain, this is for you So I write a little note, it's full of little hose And I'll send it on the wire, and tell me if it's on fire For this salt of the Earth, it's swaddled me at birth And what would you say if you can explain? And if you can explain, this is for you And if you can explain And if you can explain, this is for you