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he wakes with the glow of adventure and hope
the morning smells sweet and replete with opportunity
he dressed into another day feeling lucky to be alive
though nobody follows him he's sure his future is bright

bring him back
someone's going to have to bring him back to earth
he's getting out of hand

He wakes with the glow of adventure and hope
The morning smells sweet and replete with opportunity
He dressed into another day feeling lucky to be alive
Though nobody follows him he's sure his future is bright
Bring him back
Someone's going to have to bring him back to earth
He's getting out of hand
His alacrity for life is more than people stand

My driftin' memory goes back to the spring of '42 when I was just a child in Momma's arms,
My Daddy plowed the fields and prayed and did all he could do to save that broke-down Oklahoma farm,

Then one night I heard my Daddy sayin' to my Momma, that he finally saved enough for us to go,
California was his dream, a paradise that he had seen, the pictures and the magazines had told him so

California cotton fields, where labor camps were filled with worried men and broken dreams,
California cotton fields, was as close to wealth as Daddy ever came

blacktop pavement cover me
like a chemical reaction or a steam roller
spreading randomly

there's a distant buzz and low frequency
it tickles my ear, rumbles under my feet
and it shakes the leaves off of every tree (violently)
what pretension! Everlasting peace

The first thing i remember was the friction in the room
And that brown spinet piano that never played in tune
The cruel impatient tyrant, the frustrated malcontent
The need to find the pieces, and the absence of cement

No one ever told me about the right way to love
And no one ever showed me what we're supposed to be made of
So don't be too forthright about what you think that I should be

The sun comes up with promise and my eyes burn open wide
And the sting compounds the torture from the vacant hole inside
My conscious recollection of the past events all seem
To verify the emotion that now envelops me
Dogged as a drone
Stagnant as the stone
Weathered and alone
Living on the fault line