[Verse 1]
Think of a way
Then always go the other way
In customary evenings, legendary mornings
Louder than drums and softer than a cloud
Leaves being blowed away
[Verse 2]
Hard as soft nails and knives and even
Harder than pulling a soldier off your sister
Hands were all shaking they're all of his fingers
[Verse 3]
Son stop staring yond
If you look your eyes will grow germs
You can't pick them up 'cause they're glued to the floor
Made it unkind (not money) for not staring all day at them
[Verse 4]
And has your mother sold her mangle
Last time I did saw her, she was in a dream dress
Playing with flies in the weeping willows' dank dark ditch
[Verse 5]
So not so perfect
But seeing as how it is a funny kind of apple who practices every day
There’s room for a big forgive and a surprise and adventure
Think of a way
Then always go the other way
In customary evenings, legendary mornings
Louder than drums and softer than a cloud
Leaves being blowed away
[Verse 2]
Hard as soft nails and knives and even
Harder than pulling a soldier off your sister
Hands were all shaking they're all of his fingers
[Verse 3]
Son stop staring yond
If you look your eyes will grow germs
You can't pick them up 'cause they're glued to the floor
Made it unkind (not money) for not staring all day at them
[Verse 4]
And has your mother sold her mangle
Last time I did saw her, she was in a dream dress
Playing with flies in the weeping willows' dank dark ditch
[Verse 5]
So not so perfect
But seeing as how it is a funny kind of apple who practices every day
There’s room for a big forgive and a surprise and adventure
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