lesson in survival spinning out on turns that gets you tough guru books the bible only a reminder that you re just not good enough you need to believe in something once i could in our love black road double yellow line friends and kin campers in the kitchen that s fine sometimes but i know my needs my sweet tumbleweed i need more quiet times by a river flowing you and me deep kisses and the sun going down maybe it s paranoia maybe it s sensitivity your friends protect you scrutinize me i get so damn timid not at all the spirit that s inside of me oh baby i can t seem to make it with you socially there s this reef around me i m looking way out at the ocean love to see that green water in motion i m going to get a boat and we can row it if you ever get the notion to be needed by me fresh salmon frying and the tide rolling in i went to see a friend tonight was very late when i walked in my talking as it rambled revealed suspicious reasoning the visit seemed to darken him i came in as bright as a neon light and i burned out right there before him i told him these things i m telling you now watched them buckle up in his brow when you dig down deep you lose good sleep and it makes you heavy company i will always love you hands alike magnet and iron the souls