jeans she took jam that beetle with the head oh an easy man where we where we keep them set oh when she calls me out everything she bad becomes a dream but shes my 35 everything she talks about the beat early moon every minutes comes off through the night oh wearing this arm sweet child im never getting under fire see day after the day off makes a pay my bathing time i hide came back i wish i could age yes i know early this morning woke with a warning in my brain im seeing old man whipley sip so easily not the same hes got nothing else nothing else nothing else changes in his head but then he asked for another pass for surrender from his bed i see the weekend im running the curtains are lifting yeah that recess until the wild wild diamond to the green i take a weary soul put your broken nose down to the page laugh i make it out from the week its been i could say