only the leaves feel the need the witching hour and the worker bees but we better go south cause shadows are long no matter how old you get you can still be wrong cause i m still just working it out hours into days sometimes i sit alone in the grass watching the cars and the trucks roll past listening for someone to slow down and turn into the driveway but i never learn cause i m still just working it out hours into days if you wait you ll see the wood ducks falling up in the tree you see the mama just pull them out and if that morning the crow comes calling i take heed and feel the firewater burn my throat nights as black as the coal we re hauling remember to head back when the salamanders get too cold whoever said a kiss don t count well that person must ve never never been kissed by you by you cause i m still just working it out hours i love my mother i love my pa i love this land it should be free for all i love your body i love this floor i love this house i don t want no more i love this road i love your army i love your clothes i love this road i love your army i love your clothes i love this road i love your army i love your clothes i love your painting that ll never be owned no it ll never be owned never be owned cause i m still just working it out