Once, the dogs have quit their barking
"Son," my neighbor said to me.
"Know the emptiness of talking blue,
the same old sheep."
Run I'll do no more this walking
Haunted by a past I just can't see
Anymore, Anymore

But let me tell you I have never planned
To let go of the hand that has been
Clinging by its thick country skin
To my yellow country teeth
To my yellow country teeth

Far, Far away from West Virginia
I will try New York City
Explaining that the sky holds the wind
The sun rushes in
And a child with a shotgun can shoot down
Honeybees that sting
But this Little boy could use a little sting

Who will get me to a party?
Who do I have yet to meet?
You, you look a bit like coffee
And you taste little of me
How can I keep me from moving?
Now I need a change of scenery
Just listen to me
I won't pretend to understand the movement of the wind
Or the waves out in the ocean
Or how like the hours I change
Softly, slowly, plainly, blindly
Oh me Oh my!