I changed the oils
and oiled the squeaks,
patched the holes
and fluid leaks,
at dusk beneath
a diabetic moon
And way to take the tv crews
across the creaking ice
The news is howling
to the timber wolves
and soon
I'll go through it all again
watch their doubtful smiles begin
but the visions that I see believe in me
So praise the things I can't forget
with burgers and a silhouette
on t-shirts at the council general store
I'll listen to the south winds sigh
with rumors and regrets and I
don't want to talk about it anymore
Won't go through it all again
watch their doubtful smiles begin
when the visions that I see believe in me
Or the visions that I see that will believe me.