So I'd send them back
With their red little bird
And why they smile
When you know i'm done
These pay on the air
And a lazy old sun
To keep the heat in every earclamp
A forest far side was thinking
The trees all try
A thousand times
To wrestle down the wind
If they're in the hays
At the opening roam
A far that he wants but I must let go
Cause how many years can you keep this fall
Too many other Cats are craving
They're polishing
Their paws and saying
In Fifteen words
What took me years
To hang my name upon
The crowd float the isles
As you render in slump
Over yellow stone cliffs to holy love
It sees this disease
And all that is done
Consoling all the unpayed artists
The chance to finish what tey've started
