I'm weeds and rattlesnakes I'm a long, flat interstate
I'm wild blackberry vines
I'm much obliged, stranger, much obliged I lost my bearings in her maze of veils and tattered drapes I'm evening as the crow flies
I'll always be the new guy I'll always be the last of the fools in line I'm evening as the crow flies I'm twilight as the last of the scarecrows cry
I'm a long, long time ago
I'm stranded on a Ferris wheel of yearning I don't understand Help me down, stranger, lend a hand I'm locked in battle with the Herculean shadow Of her once upon a fine man
I'll always be the new guy I'll always be the last of the fools in line I'm evening as the crow flies I'm twilight as the last of the scarecrows cry "Outsider, you're on your own" More from The Floating Men