When all those songs
Make you think you got
What you need but not
What you thought

And you tell yourself
Your needs are your wants
With that blonde hair a waving
An' your mother wearing her smock

Where critics press their ears
Against papers dressed in spades
And the beer maids are crying those tears
With the owner praying "there ain't nothing to fear"

Say you know I know you
With what you want me to know
And your secrets will be kept
Listen close, cause' there ain't no depth

Now say you come to the house
With nothing you have of worth
I cook you a meal an' I promise I won't steal
Cause' all I got is what I got from the field

Well then your alone
With nothing but your bones
And the rhythm of your heart
That you were born with from the start

Hear them fishes
Lapping

They sound as if their
Clapping

And feel that sun
Burning

Like a young ****** a'
Yearning

I never went to a
College

Where the young went to learn their
Pauses

No I never wrote a
Word

Never knew the window who
Talked to himself

Never saw the son
Who knew that he
Was worth

A sunrise at dawn or
A dying young fawn

I saw what it
Meant

To earn
What was
Spent

So I see
The trigger

The high and
Itchy finger

The spark underneath
The sheath

The dog
And
His Chain