All God's children need travelling shoes Drive your problems from here All good people read good books Now your conscience is clear I hear you talk, girl 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 I'll never hear you And never do what you say
Look my eyes are just hollograms Look your love has drawn red from my hands From my hands you know you'll never be More than twist in my sobriety