Once the dogs have quit their barking
"Son," my neighbour said to me
"Know the emptiness of talking blue the same old sheep."
Run, I'll do no more this walking
Haunted by a past I just can't see anymore
Anymore

But let me tell you I never planned
To let go of the hand that has been
Clinging by its thick country skin
To my yellow country teeth
To my yellow country teeth

Far, far away from West Virginia
I will try on New York City
Explaining that the sky holds the wind
The sun rushes in
A child with a shotgun can shoot down honeybees that sting
Oh this boy could use a little sting
All right

Who will get me to a party?
Who do I have yet to meet?
You, you look a bit like coffee
And you taste a little like me
How can I keep from moving?
Now I need a change of scenery
Just listen to me
I won't pretend to understand the movement of the wind
Or the waves in the ocean
Or how like the hours I change softly slowly
plainly blindly oh me oh my!