I'm just a poet who's got nothing to say and I'm walking around, walking around town I'm headed south just for a refill and I'm nervous around road kill and I'm trying to step in time.
how please; won't that you; take away; all of this; pain inside; it's walking around yeah
Have you seen the light I don't know if I mind
What would've happened if I lived in the woods? If I never learned to read or write? Would I still be me? Would I still have my thoughts? My logic? My fetishes? My songs? And my dreams?
Autumn night, and I'm walking about, on the water Baby, the water, baby don't! No! Don't tell me it's about that old establishment. It's a magic trick.