Get around
I always will
I’ll be driving my life
Uphill
And that’s a parallel it’s all intact
I’m in
You should never give up
There’s no exclusive cover up
Music like the beat of our hearts
It’s just a tree
It’s just a street
The ground so wet
You can almost see
Yourself in it smell
The autumn leaves
You can almost tell
This must be real
I move a step
Another discovery
The plain is vast
And the people are tiny
I’m on my floor
Almost at my room
I think I won’t
Go to bed this soon
I switch the channel
I jump into a scene
The cimbalom player
Playing in the big street
He moves his hammers
On the strings so fierce
A song about the shadow
In the big street
Resonating in the streets
The sound of the hammering theme
All the spirits of the past
Are sung too at last
Give that gypsy girl some dough
So she don’t cast her spells on y’all
Standing like a doll on a string
And wiggle your head
If you give the dog a bone
He’ll still find his way back home
You are not even half there
And you’re in a state
Buy some flowers for your girl
Tell her that the battle’s been fought
Tell her that you’ve been far enough
And that you’re willing to
Get around
I always will
I’ll be driving my life
Uphill
And that’s a parallel it’s all intact
I’m in
You should never give up
There’s no exclusive cover up
Music like the beat of our hearts
