'm asleep I tried to fight the morning light but it poured in through your open door and I tried and I tried to keep my eyes closed for good but
'm only alone casting lines out to catches who can swallow my buzzics and pretend that they know what i know so you're going to town have to open my mouth and
over daddy's farm from your spot in the old oak tree little girl little girl in your spot that overlooks all the flowing grains of grass and harmonies