Let me tell you all about a man just down the street He’s wearing second hand balloons And cardboard on his feet Telling wicked stories He laughs with nervous friend He’s really quite amusing When your life goes down the bends
Let me sing a song for you of little lady lay She goes with anyone she meets She’ll go with you one day And if the lord would come to her she’d follow him for sure But he has never asked her out or offered her a cure
Soothing Let the ever eluding rust soothe you, my friend
Let me walk a while with you And watch the rain come down On every little print I make upon the soggy ground I’ll tell you that there’s no excuse for feeling left behind To make this circle spin around I guess our teeth must grind
Soothing Let the ever eluding rust soothe you, my friend
