Tumbleweed,
On you lead.
Rainshower,
On the hour.
I’ve got the grey-day roundabout blues,
And why should I not pick and choose?
The city closes in again you lose.
Scattershot me, living askew
Raw Power,
In a cage,
Dead Flower,
On the page,
I’ve got the woodland misty blues,
And why should I not pick and choose?
The forest closes in again you lose.
Scattershot me, living askew.
Fresh meat,
There to eat.
Dead heat,
Must repeat.
I’ve got funereal queue blues,
And why should I not pick and choose?
Life wanders off again you lose.
Scattershot me, living askew.
Time spent,
Good intent.
Money lent,
Off it went.
I’ve got the workday morning blues,
And why should I not pick and choose?
Breakfast missed again you lose.
Scattershot me, living askew.
So where did it go?
And what did it do?
Was it me, we, or you?
I’ve got the last song last verse blues,
And why should I not pick and choose?
Solo home again again you lose.
Scattershot me, living askew.
