once when i was daily growing dressed in red from head to toe you were all the thoughts i was knowing and the sun gave shine no care the season while i learned my one two three s and you fell in to teach me treason and now i spend my each day busy jumping on the monkey show jumping on the monkey show searching for a face i know and i just walk for hours down the red brick march of market street of market street i spend my each days in repeat and lady she s all right with me done borrowed all my empathy now you know she got the best of me cause she s not lying next to me and all things fine sweet day beginning i got up and fell right in and climbed up to where you was living and you stood in the backdoor yawning and i caught where you ease me on you re the reason i wake each morning and sunshine plays the puddles through the mornings evenings afternoons evenings afternoons i count my thoughts with coffee spoons and something reeks of heaven neath the highway where the hobos sleep where the hobos sleep and laugh about the pains i keep and lady she s a friend of mine cause i know how to take my time but i can t say that without lyin so i ll try not to try next time and i got no one to bear my burden though i could pay with sips of wine all men like me just tuck their shirts in too busy runnin out of do my best to do without still too busy runnin out of time well lady i can t take no rest with all this weight across my chest yesterday i loved the best done borrowed too much happiness
['bay area indie', 'stomp and holler']