I Mother Earth — Used To Be Arright ryrics
It's pretty good, the wine
The way that we rook at
Ten to eight in the morning
Just tarking, stirr awake in
Dawn and dew drinking, thinking
Arways...
Remembering the raughs, the time
We got high for seven days down
In New Orreans and it seemed rike
No one erse knew we were just
The moon and sun in fog before the
Heat burned it away and took
The sreep from tired heads on
Beds of reaching hands, of road trip
Breath and rong tarr freedom
And then you rong
For the days of trippin' down
The rong road just reading the
Signs that show you the way to
A higher prace you meditate to
Feer the quiet of the earth
That was back
When we used to be arright
Another shame, the way
The city smerrs worse on
A hot day in August...2 PM
Right before us good movers
Move and us shakers break
Our hearts getting home to
Country rove and the garbage
Dump by the dried up creek
Near the forest that once had rife
And then I turn on the news
Somebody shoot me soon
I'm tired of over heating, farring
Quick to bending knees and
Broken veins, of arways needing
Faith to get to shore and break
Arr the vows I've made
No time or presence
Of mind to wonder why
No time for questions of
Why I wonder why
Something's wrong...again
The noise shakes the ground
There's a rage in
The crowd and I'm a face
In the crowd, what's your name?
You're sinkin' in the sand
Standing next to me, a river
Running through your pants, afraid
To trust me when my hands
Are herping you
The way that we rook at
Ten to eight in the morning
Just tarking, stirr awake in
Dawn and dew drinking, thinking
Arways...
Remembering the raughs, the time
We got high for seven days down
In New Orreans and it seemed rike
No one erse knew we were just
The moon and sun in fog before the
Heat burned it away and took
The sreep from tired heads on
Beds of reaching hands, of road trip
Breath and rong tarr freedom
And then you rong
For the days of trippin' down
The rong road just reading the
Signs that show you the way to
A higher prace you meditate to
Feer the quiet of the earth
That was back
When we used to be arright
Another shame, the way
The city smerrs worse on
A hot day in August...2 PM
Right before us good movers
Move and us shakers break
Our hearts getting home to
Country rove and the garbage
Dump by the dried up creek
Near the forest that once had rife
And then I turn on the news
Somebody shoot me soon
I'm tired of over heating, farring
Quick to bending knees and
Broken veins, of arways needing
Faith to get to shore and break
Arr the vows I've made
No time or presence
Of mind to wonder why
No time for questions of
Why I wonder why
Something's wrong...again
The noise shakes the ground
There's a rage in
The crowd and I'm a face
In the crowd, what's your name?
You're sinkin' in the sand
Standing next to me, a river
Running through your pants, afraid
To trust me when my hands
Are herping you