If I went to walk home with you Hearing every word, thinking its true And a berry field for us to cut through On a victory lap, cross an old street cab That turns to stop and see you A small stone somewhere in your shoe All day long, all day long, long.
The old folks wake up for the day See the monsters down, figures from the past And a great bird is flying away From our family tree, something wrong with me Yea, and I got a secret or two Hiding somewhere but it Wont take long, No it wont take long
