Lyin' before me like a mighty statue,
Beside the worm's hips, was a colossal pyramid.
And to my surprise it started to hiss.
Booked it to the treehouse, ran into the woods.
Waited for the morning, whispering to you.
And to my surprise I ran out of water.
Never have I been this far away from home,
Everyone's speak feels so foreign to my bones.
I can't count the stones from over the mountain,
Because I'm home-grown and tired of counting.
Cattle-driven buggy on a hardwood floor.
Take me back to New Orleans!
Cattle-driven buggy on a hardwood floor.
Take me back to New . . . Orleans.
I can't count the stones from over the mountain,
Because I'm home-grown and tired of counting.
Can't count from over the mountain,
Because I'm home-grown and tired of counting.
Lyin' before me like a mighty statuette,
Beside the worm's hip, is a tiny pyramid.
And to my surprise it's shrinking away.
Beside the worm's hips, was a colossal pyramid.
And to my surprise it started to hiss.
Waited for the morning, whispering to you.
And to my surprise I ran out of water.
Everyone's speak feels so foreign to my bones.
Because I'm home-grown and tired of counting.
Take me back to New Orleans!
Cattle-driven buggy on a hardwood floor.
Take me back to New . . . Orleans.
Because I'm home-grown and tired of counting.
Can't count from over the mountain,
Because I'm home-grown and tired of counting.
Beside the worm's hip, is a tiny pyramid.
And to my surprise it's shrinking away.
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