Woodchip Chins

All the swings in the park all look like grins

Wood chip chins drag your feet on again and again

Oh when I drink I see no sin no all I hear repeats

Where's my friend

Where's my friend

Where's my friend

Steep those legs into that river cross on to that rocky beach

I've traded all the hoops I jumped though for a hole beneath the trees

When the leaves begin to shed and all the water starts to crawl

I'll throw my home upon my back bed and all

Oh if I live to twenty seven no the wind won't remember me

Like them tigers dying in zoos with rounded claws and filed teeth

But I give it to those old folks as old as the stone

How they've grown

How they've grown

How they've grown

All the swings in the park all look like grins

Wood chip chins drag your feet on again and again

Oh when I drink I see no sin no all I hear repeats

Where's my friend

Where's my friend

Where's my friend

Where's my friend

Where's my friend

Where's my friend