Piece Of Paper

Black and white, the chessmen seem to change around forever

Anything they say they are, they will be

Keep me from the winter, I can't live without my shadow

I am not a folk in love

Yes I am an Indian, oh yes I am a cowboy

Anything I say I am, I will be

If I had the chance to be just anything I wanted

I would be your oaken lyre

Thought I had an answer but I must have been mistaken

Yes I wrote it down but I lost the piece of paper

Even have some trouble now remembering the question

It couldn't have been important then