a steak from Lidls on a Friday night
After spending all the week—long
workin' hard layin' tiles
Tells me she made feel so used
but I leave that all behind
See, I was makin' real good money then,
I had ten men layin tiles
And he's standing in the doorway
of our little kitchenette
Puffin on one of these new
craze electric cigarettes
I imagine he must get lonely but if he
does he keeps it all in jail
But when you're guarding a prison how do you
I've got an older friend named Pete
who sometimes helps me with my trees
Likes to talk about old girlfriends and
the places that he's been
He talks about his hippy days and how
he settled here by chance
But he's always been a hippy since
the time he lived in France
And he plays all kinds of music and
Where will all that go to when we
miss him now some spring?
I like to listen to him talking,
he tells funny and wise tales
Says, "When you're holding a hammer everything looks like
Now me, I'm out here in the world,
singin' my songs from town to town
And giving everything I have to get
this thing of mine air bound
So maybe someday I can live just
like that fisherman who stays
Close to the harbour and catches only
takes enough just for today
But for now, I think I'm somewhere
I'm sailin' on a suitcase filled
with dreams of what might be
And I look for pretty story for to sing as mine
And when you live by the weather every wind has a tail
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