on a perfect day you can see for miles
of seeing perfect days it's bin awhile
it's been my fault all the way / and there's no one to blame for this man who I became

you bin called a lot of things
I've been called a lot worse
I've been called a lover / I've been called a cur

Daylight folds like a paper airplane
I'm wanting everything to change
That has always stayed the same

Those things that hurt can't seem to change
Tho one starlit night they did go away
All I know is I want you
And I know it's going to hurt

A star-lit night a piece

Got a face that's full of knotholes
Got a salamander's check
Got 12 wooden spoons and a rheumatic's breath
Bin fixin for a beatin
Strawman charlie and the goat parade/
Been a stealin and a schemin
Oh well how the plans were laid
This is one of the things at my disposa

Walking somewhat near the shallow end
walking on an ice-flow it's six AM
somewhere along the bank
parts drip off it's caving in
underneath it's 8 feet deep and sinking

keeping step 2 feet behind me
something's going to crack
and I'm too scared to look scared
it'

A sunday proposal you got on one knee
Down on old harold's farm, picnic under a tree
Do you remember how a trick of the light turned the sky green?
Scraped up enough, barely enough to get by
And we bought that land when old harold retired
You wore those brown military shoes