Once the dog has quit his barking,
"Son", my neighbor said to me:
"Know the emptiness of talking blue
(the same old sheep)"

Run - I'll do no more this walking
Haunted by a past I just can't see
Anymore
Anymore

But let me tell you: I have never planned
To let go of the hand

that has been clinging by its thick country skin
To my yellow country teeth

Far, far away in West Virginia
I had tried New York City
Explaining that the sky holds the wind

The sun rushes in

And a child with a shotgun

Can shoot down honeybees that sting
(But this boy could use a little sting)

Who? ...will get me to a party?
Who? ...do I have yet to meet?
You ...you look a bit like coffee
And you taste a bit like me.
How? ...can I keep me from moving?
Now ...I need a change of scenery!

Just listen to me:

I won't pretend to
Understand the movement of the wind
Or the waves out in the ocean

Or how like the hours,

I change softly, slowly,
Plainly blindly oh me oh my!