Rebuild your tracks, but not retrace as the solo idea takes flight.  They're just words kid, string 'em together and see what you find.  Stuffed behind records and splattered on parchment. They make history out of these things girl,  you just ****** a stick, dab some mud and tattoo your unscathed hands. Like all these words make the greatest neighbor hood. You can see the stage from way out in outer space.