I can't imagine how you feel, and this is how you feel. You say your name like you're no longer convinced. But now they're strapping you in, and closing the lid.
Country day. A day in the unknown. A gentle breeze gently blowing. Country day. Country day. Another day in the unknown. I can feel it in my bones. Country day.
There's a cannon shooting coconut cream. Forty gallons in a steady stream. There's a cannon shooting coconut cream. Forty gallons in a steady stream. Dream, stream, dream.
It's hard to leave your bed. The cool and hard summer sheets. Hangover hanging on by the fangs. Walk to work on wild feet. Get to the back door. Look around and turn the key.
I'd been carving you. To see what form you'd take. You were hiding in ivory. I just wanted to free your shape. . Bringing me down. It's too quiet to breathe.
They shot a movie once in my hometown. Everybody was in it from miles around. Out at the speedway, some kind of Elvis thing. Well, I ain't no movie star but I can get behind anything.
As I wind down the pines. It's the lines on your face. Playing on your face. . Without thinking so much. As abandoning thought. I went through open country.
Well, there's a rocking little spot next to the Regent Theatre. And if you want to make the scene you'll make it sooner or later. You're really hanging with the crowd, you know the ins and the outs here.
i hear the music and it hurts my head bad now. if you don't like it you can play your own hand now. it's not the music though, it's not a movement, it's a theory and now i'm gonna prove it.