Well, you know sometimes. I find myself. . Wishing for contentment. Hoping for relentment. Venting my resentment. On the happy few, on the happy few, yeah.
Elder green is dead and gone. Lost his way going to town. And I dont know who he is, what he's done. But it sure sounds sweet rolling off the tongue. Yeah, and it sure sounds sweet rolling off the tongue.
Everybodys talking. Nobodys listening. And everybodys sweating. And nobodys glistening. . Nobody knows what hes thinking. Doesnt really step out even when hes drinking.