Always a fine one grabbing
The hand gun
I have fifteen channels on the AM dial
Back seat s full of flyer mail
There is no room
No room for anyone
Break of dawn and i m driving
Driving solemn one

Understand it s not about you
There s one thing true
These socks are green
The grass seems blue

Fishing boats were gonna bring me home
Bring me home to you

Some say i ve changed
Still as all the days when her and I
Would play field tag
I go around
I come back down through the
Tunnel of time where I can see
Over and over

It s not about you

There s one thing true
These socks are green
The grass seems blue

Fishing boats were going to bring me home
Bring me home to you