Feathers Lyrics

Barefoot people in a row
They're dancing
And I'm so alone
Look at the feathers

Dancing always made me sick
Because I'm no good at it

Where is the tar?

Right here

I'm not like Robinson
He was like a small war
And I'm not used to doing
Things like these tonight
Lonely cowboy without a cow
I guess that he must be just a boy

He has a ride

That's right
Dancing always made me sick
Because I'm no good at it

Get on the dance floor

I won't

I'm not like Robinson
He was like a small war
And I'm not used to doing
Things like these tonight