Lyrics:

Where, oh, where is that little child that used to play?

Another turning of the page, another churning of the day

Are you tired of the same? To much flower dulls the brain

(your rhyming's stale again)

I was hoping to be wise. Vision is two realeyes

I've read a lot of How-To books on how to take action

(If you would kindly lift the blanket from my eyes)

Appalachian woman is a century plus old

Is there something to be said here? Hope you

Realize

Few and Far between are these rocks to hop

So set up shop and get to work

No such thing as a living room

When you sit around.

Streaked a frozen lake just to test testosterone

Message to me (did a world of good)

Lost eleven pounds to the tracks in Ireland

Never bet on the likes of a horse named

Robin Hood

I would give anything to visit History.

Anything to replant History

Oh, to dig for parts of me

Stem to branch-trunk-seed

Caught the theme of just what life's to be

The specters speculate

With their pounding on my head

They're rattling my bed

The slumber sucks you in

I didn't hear from you

And you and you on my birthday

Message to me? (I'm quite the same way)

Building new boats instead of Raising Titanics

What am I trying to say?

We swim or die. We sink or burn

We try and fail (but try)

This message sent to me is that

This picture ain't complete

Run along, live. Don't sit around