The Skin of My Yellow Country Teeth

Once

The dogs have quit their barking

"Son"

My neighbor 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 have never planned

To let go of the hand that has been

Clinging by it's 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

And a child with a shotgun can shoot down

Honeybees that sting

But this boy could use a little sting

Alright

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 bit like me

How

Can I keep me 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 out in the ocean or how

Like the hours I change softly slowly

Plainly blindly oh me oh my