A shell of a water tank with clay dust in your eyes
A fiddle song, a modern dance, and the vocals return,
To you.
You found all my boats in your creeks when they ran dry
The bottle trees are for the homeless
Ghosts in your home
If you see one on your path don't bring it home.
If you see one on your path, leave it alone.
Send a message, send it in a rhyme.
I heard it on the wind the answer to your plight.
A fiddle song, a modern dance, and the vocals return,
To you.
You found all my boats in your creeks when they ran dry
The bottle trees are for the homeless
Ghosts in your home
If you see one on your path don't bring it home.
If you see one on your path, leave it alone.
Send a message, send it in a rhyme.
I heard it on the wind the answer to your plight.