All God's children need travelling shoes Drive your problems from here All good people read good books Now your conscience is clear
In the morning when I wipe my brow Wipe the miles away I like to think I can be so willed And never do what you say
[CHORUS:] Look my eyes are just holograms Look your love has drawn red from my hands From my hands you know you'll never be More than twist in my sobriety [x3]
We just poked a little pie For the fun that people have at night Late at night don't need hostility The timid smile and pause to free