way back down the river road where the squitos breed a redhawk rides the high wind high above the trees lazy dog sleeps the day away lougin in the shaaade no other place i rather be and there ain t no other pretty faces i d rather see i down on my knees crying pretty please it s winter and the wind today is blowin round my ears i been hangin around for so long now i m the last leaf on the tree hidin out in the headline s feels like i wadin in the weeds searching the sky until my eyes begin to bleed i m down on my knees cryin pretty please