1969

My belly’s full of sticky weather,
from eating all the sun,
that’s the glue that lasts forever,
it’s always on the run,
from the city that scorns you,
and make your way back home,
to the house on the Water,
and start up a family.
We don’t care what you think,
we don’t care what you say,
we’re just happy to be on the ground,
yes I’ve heard this before,
with my ears to the floor,
crawling back to you.
I want to live, I want to love,
I don’t want to be looked down from above,
for when the bombs start dropping,
boy you better get running, got to know,
just where you stand,
without a second glance,
for they will always try to bring you down.
We don’t care what you think,
we don’t care what you say,
we’re just happy to be on the ground,
yes l’ve heard this before,
with my ears to the floor,
crawling back to you.
Dominoes are fulling from the sky,
help me understand the reasons why,
deeper in the dark we lose the fight,
help me make it back into the light,
I’m calling out.
We don’t care what you think,
we don’t care what you say,
we’re just happy to be on the ground,
yes l’ve heard this before,
with my ears to the floor,
crawling back to you.