I forget. Just what I meant. Broke my neck. Lost respect. It was my fall from grace. . I object. Is what I meant. Lost all track. And away I went. No sign of face-to-face.
The word went round. In no dream town. They shut us up. And the shutters down. The planes flew in. And laid the ground. We built upon. And spun around.
Buffalo and bison. Bison and buffalo. Cannonball and rifle. Rifle and cannonball. . That's the way the thunder rumbles. That's the way the thunder rumbles.
One in a million, one and the same. Looking for freedom, born to be tamed. Once in a lifetime, one of these days. Gonna grab me a lifeline, swinging my way.