Lyrics

Wind, wind, could feel the feathers rustlin' even when a baby
Sit, sit, body's insistence bound in our destiny
Keep, keep, well it don't take Louis Pasteur to figure how to preserve me
Seem, seem, why does mosta mosta seem like I've almost seen it before?

T.V. to tell your vision all it ever needs to be
Sing, sing, the monotone king declares with his eyes on cleavage
Ride, ride away when a place feels small could be my disease
Glory, glory, divine (h)is story, and story is divine

Say, say, you ain't never heard of a fella done cooked his rooster, babe
Still, still, I'd be lying if I didn't get chills on the day I met you
And, and even dirt and sand got to know how to rustle around
There fore everyone's gotta make conclusions when the left open frees you

But throw it all away for now, not every day needs a master plan
It's canned applause and 'yessir, boss'll make us wake up and be great-grandpas
Well who's to say this day's not bound to be one of those ones you maybe could
Remember well and remember for good?

Everything once was a maybe
The most remembered and favorie
Decided over denied it
Everything once was a maybe

Thin, thin, the skinny little self within is starvin for attention
Please, please me still hums in the ears after 50 years
Bored, bored, it's up and down the store just tryin' to find something to want
Time, time, a never-ending line of pawns just trying to waste it

Wear, wear, the blankest stare when all they want's just to size you
Read, read if you want to be more or less deceived
Long, long, there's nothing really more than to belong somewhere
Try, try, even when the jury's decided you ain't even good enough