Old men run on gasoline from the stations of the past
And the things that they can teach you, son, I hope to God they'll ever last
Though the crow isn't afraid of the man that you put in the field where you plant your food
The mailman doesn't care if your mother died, or anything at all
It's a proven story
It's a spoken word
And it's a pretty girl
That drives me mad
Well, they come and go
They stay the same you may not see them past
But the things that they can teach you son I hope to God they'll ever last
There's a man with a switchblade knife in the street
And there's a man sowing seeds in the hot summer heat
They don't even know your name
They're always there it's all the same
It's a proven story
It's a spoken word
And it's a pretty girl that drives you mad
In the city place and the market place they'll always rip you off
Take a walk to the country side you might find what you've always sought
I may not know about a g****** thing about you or anybody else
But I'm not afraid of getting away or making judgements about yourself
It's a proven story
It's a spoken word
And it's this life we're living that's so absurd
I like to walk on vacant streets to clear my mind of everything that's crass
I like the wind, I like the rain I like to kick my own a**
And I don't need a false sense of security to let it down or ??? up
???
It's a proven story
It's a spoken word
And it's this life we're living that's so absurd
And the things that they can teach you, son, I hope to God they'll ever last
Though the crow isn't afraid of the man that you put in the field where you plant your food
The mailman doesn't care if your mother died, or anything at all
It's a proven story
It's a spoken word
And it's a pretty girl
That drives me mad
Well, they come and go
They stay the same you may not see them past
But the things that they can teach you son I hope to God they'll ever last
There's a man with a switchblade knife in the street
And there's a man sowing seeds in the hot summer heat
They don't even know your name
They're always there it's all the same
It's a proven story
It's a spoken word
And it's a pretty girl that drives you mad
In the city place and the market place they'll always rip you off
Take a walk to the country side you might find what you've always sought
I may not know about a g****** thing about you or anybody else
But I'm not afraid of getting away or making judgements about yourself
It's a proven story
It's a spoken word
And it's this life we're living that's so absurd
I like to walk on vacant streets to clear my mind of everything that's crass
I like the wind, I like the rain I like to kick my own a**
And I don't need a false sense of security to let it down or ??? up
???
It's a proven story
It's a spoken word
And it's this life we're living that's so absurd