Got [...] wounds to salt
Got tracks of thought to halt
I've got delicate hands
Grandmother said i got classic hands
I can express more
with my hands
Than you with your mouth
Take my word
I've got more soul
Can't hide my glow
With tattered clothes
Got in junk shop suit
Got a hole in my boot
I still got more to sing
Than you can...
Don't say my name
Don't try to turn my head
With tales of fame
I got too far to go
You know...
Got tracks of thought to halt
I've got delicate hands
Grandmother said i got classic hands
I can express more
with my hands
Than you with your mouth
Take my word
I've got more soul
Can't hide my glow
With tattered clothes
Got in junk shop suit
Got a hole in my boot
I still got more to sing
Than you can...
Don't say my name
Don't try to turn my head
With tales of fame
I got too far to go
You know...