[00:01.37].
[00:03.37].
[00:05.00].
[00:07.41]Always got your frown
[00:08.96]Got your brown bags
[00:10.15]Sulking in the corner
[00:11.28]The ruins of Rome in your armchair
[00:13.78].
[00:14.16]Filling up your pores
[00:15.47]And your wars and your basket
[00:17.09]Smoke on the mantle that sits on the ashtray
[00:21.78]Roll up the windows on this drive
[00:25.84].
[00:26.97]
[00:32.96]Blackened oily teacup
[00:34.40]A drop on your round mouth
[00:36.71]Armor is rusting
[00:38.09]The knight and his raptor
[00:39.78].
[00:40.09]Always looking bored or too tired to remember
[00:43.27]Dust on your knee
[00:44.71]Or first snow in December
[00:45.96]
[00:47.55]Tighten the reins before this ride
[00:51.81]The hills and the alleys, back ways
[00:54.55]Forage through the leaves and long days
[00:57.12]Raking up the tea and candy
[01:00.31]Bent baby blue and his old bad news
[01:04.00].
[01:37.38]Evergreen but old isn't wise or becoming
[01:41.01]Dust on your boots isn't much but it's growing
[01:44.20]Bundle up your plans and your bags and your high class
[01:47.63]Treasure was found but the gold turned to green brass
[01:51.88]Tighten the reins for one more time
[01:55.94].
[01:56.26]The hills and the sandy blond bog
[01:58.82]Brackish water waves will mend some
[02:01.39]Cobalt-colored glass and sandals
[02:04.63]Elope to the reefs of Australia
[02:08.01].