i want to know you like i know myself from the morning to the evening bell i burned my fingers on the stove i have problems letting go winter creeps in settles on the bones just summer passes on tip toes i made a fire cast a spell crossed my heart and wish you well brothers told me that she s been asking of my whereabouts and when i go she is wild as the garden thorn bush so i do not touch her until i know how she grows i lost the race i m waiting on the show punched the wind out from my sails long ago every action has a motive and a goal i make a fist of auburn leaves and rub my hand upon my knee so i ask myself now alone should i follow you or be gone brothers told me that she s been asking of my whereabouts and when i go she is wild as the garden thorn bush so i do not touch her until i know how she grows i lost the race i m waiting on the show so i ask myself now alone should i follow you or be gone brothers told me that she s been asking of my whereabouts and when i go she is wild as the garden thorn bush so i do not touch her until i know how she grows i lost the race i m waiting on the show