Some of Them Were Superstitious

Some of them were superstitious, sitting with their backs facing the orchard

All of them with mittens on their hands and feet were waiting there for winter

Thousands on the freeze rail, I could never join them there

And we dare not bother, but couldn't help but holler "yeah"

There's no use in hiding the joy from the bright of sun

I could wait for winter, better if it never comes

Some of them were superstitious, watching them parade around the townsquare

Some of them were praising monocle men simply 'cause they don't know better

Someone to protect them, someone to keep track of them

No, I don't believe them, I would rather holler "yeah"

There's no use in hiding the joy from the bright of sun

Now you say you're leaving, but leaving will just bring you down

Can you operate machines like that?

Miles a day on tough terrain and grass

I'm not sure if we will meet again

I guess it depends on which company you're in

And when you're gone, you're gone

So soon, so soon, so long

But life, it works for someone

And you're someone

So soon, so soon, so long

And when you're gone, you're gone

And life, it works for someone

And you're someone

And you're someone

And you're someone