Lyrics:

You make all the noise but still it don't ring
Clear to folks like me
A clear sound and a single note
Well you trim back the overgrowth but don't sing
Boy it sure does sting
With all the thorns and thash that blow
Crooked thumbs and hammer work will just leave you boiling up like me
Each one starts and never knows
Laying out in traffic it's been a long week
And it's clearer than it ever was
And it fixed itself to all of us

Round and round and you can blow with this map between your eyes

I suppose and should it go well you can just bleed me dry
On and on we'll never know well you can just sleep at night

Well it's hard enough to breathe and it pounds against my chest
Upon the wrong the bending ends it never seems to rest