slide against the fan the room is clear suddenly we have a vacuum in the mail a telegram i could not wait all aboard the caravan it leaves today and then the night comes on the lights turn low fall asleep all alone consider for a second the ways of the world maybe i ll throw myself a bone maybe i ll throw myself to the dogs but my back s not to the wall maybe i ll lay some bricks for the man but the days just aren t that long so if i settle back and chill will i see far enough to feel the angel s dream i thought it was the story of the world can i call out and say everybody here lend me an ear to talk to can i go out and scream the ways of the world without me singing another tune but the words are so familiar i heard it before and you might dare to sing along with the crickets out chirping a random song maybe i ll throw myself a bone maybe i ll throw myself to the dogs but my back s not to the wall maybe i ll lay some bricks for the man but the days just aren t that long so if i settle back and chill will i see far enough to feel the angel s dream i thought it was the story of the world when frick turns to frack there s no turning back and you got a slip tongue and a smack attack and there s colors like green and you re wearing black and you fall down flat on a railroad tracks but then the sun comes up and the day moves on and the old routine takes its toll and you feel like a copier rolling along maybe you d throw yourself a bone maybe you d throw yourself to the dogs but you back s not to the wall maybe you d lay some bricks for the man but the days just aren t that long and if you settle back and chill will you see far enough to feel the angel s dream i thought it was the story of the world i thought it was the story of the world i thought it was the story