Hear wings flapping while the wind is snapping.
My mouth keeps yipping. I keep on yapping.
Swinging wildly like a pick-axe picking.
Can’t make it home while the tune’s still kicking.
Listen to the pine trees sing.
Faster and stronger, the moon is winning.
Lost and left those we tripped over grinning.
Remember sitting by the roadside crying.
Celebrate th…
