A symphony in corduroy
The swishing of the modern boys
In flares nearly wide as the worldwide tour
The metaphor you keep is like the company you pour
But everything just might happen, everything just might
In shifting scenarios, “and in the ends” become “off we go’s”
Everything…
Old dead string can’t you make no sound
Makes no difference what you get wrapped around
Tied up and twisted, how much bending can you take?
Old dead string, you were born to break
But everything just might happen, everything just might
In shifting scenarios, “and in the ends” become “off we go’s”
Everything, everything…
Empty glass, let us fill you on up
And weary tune, let us drink to you
Rocking chair, you don’t rock so good
If I was you, I’d rock the best I could
But everything just might happen, everything just might
In shifting scenarios, “and in the ends” become “off we go’s”
Everything, everything…
