Tweed

Текст песни Goodnight, Texas - Tweed

Maybe I'll get a haircut tomorrow
Maybe I'll go fly a kite instead
Maybe I'll act out all my bad dreams
Maybe I'll give up and lay in bed
Maybe I'll walk to Mississippi
Maybe I'll drive to Santa Fe
Maybe I'll take a train to New York
And do the crossword on the way

Bugs are crawling all around me
Brush 'em off, brush 'em off
The spiders celebrate a surplus
And I have another nagging cough
Oh the perils of the city
Oh the dangers of the farm
Oh the pitfalls of the middle class are losing all their charm

Did you know what you wanted?
Do you know what you need?
No room for skeletons in these closets and drawers
There full of sassafras and tweed
Would you punch me in the stomach?
Would you kick me in the shins?
Flip a coin, tell me what to do
Let me know who wins