I thought I had a witness. Come on, come on, come on. I thought I had a witness. Come on, come on, come on. . I thought I had a witness to this crime.
Snow can wait, I forgot my mittens. Wipe my nose, get my new boots on. I get a little warm in my heart when I think of winter. I put my hand in my father's glove.
A winter's carol, first song of the robin. A winter's carol, echo through the land. And I can hear it. Ringing out, ringing out from pine to oak. Bringing us, with the December snow.
"Do a dance for me". Baby, it is late still you pour me. A tall one, "Go on. Let the liquid take off what you're on. You've been down before". Boy, not like this.
Nothing here to fear. I'm just sitting around being foolish when there is work to be done. Just a hang-up call. And the quiet breathing of our Persian we call Cajun on a Wednesday.
Maybe i'm the afterglow. 'cause i'm with a band you know. don't you hear the laughter on the way down. Yes i am the anchorman. dining here with son of sam.
In our hand an old, old, old thread. Trail of Blood and Amens. Greed is the gift for the sons of the songs. Hear this prayer of the wampum. This is the tie that will bind us.
If I walk to Dublin. Cause my feet are god are sore. But I'll show them. I've got a girl in my pocket book and some proverbs. Going to take it take it there.