Wipe sand off of my shoes,
wipe dust from the rails.
You know why I'm yelling,
but they ask anyway.
One day I will be blind,
like Willie at the end.
Where's the dog?
Where's my friend?
You'll change your clothes tonight.
Here comes a warm jet,
it's going to be a long rest of our lives.
Covered in black hair,
with my tail hitting the tiles.
One day I will be blind,
with my tail hitting the tiles.
One day I will be blind,
like Willie at the end.
wipe dust from the rails.
You know why I'm yelling,
but they ask anyway.
One day I will be blind,
like Willie at the end.
Where's the dog?
Where's my friend?
You'll change your clothes tonight.
Here comes a warm jet,
it's going to be a long rest of our lives.
Covered in black hair,
with my tail hitting the tiles.
One day I will be blind,
with my tail hitting the tiles.
One day I will be blind,
like Willie at the end.