Always a fine one grabbingThe hand gun
I have fifteen channels on the AM dial
Back seat's full of flyer mail
There is no room
No room for anyone
Break of dawn and i'm driving
Driving solemn one
Understand it's not about you
There's one thing true
These socks are green
The grass seems blue
Fishing boats were gonna bring me home
Bring me home to you
Some say i've changed
Still as all the days when her and I
Would play field tag
I go around
I come back down through the
Tunnel of time where I can see
Over and over
It's not about you
There's one thing true
These socks are green
The grass seems blue
Fishing boats were going to bring me home
Bring me home to you