Tekst:
The Wooden Sky My Old Ghosts

are Up above the world so high Like a diamond in the sky Born with honey in my hair Once I was a big old bear Cheer up, my brother, it's going to be

elephants are big so's my pig the sky is blue but that's not true 'cause if it snows it blows its nose ghosts are dead the front's ahead the ground is

dont know why..... [buck] i was raised on a dirt road ghost town, stray dogs whole nine, the gold mine closed down i knew the woods like the back of my

my heart; I feel all that lives and does not move and know it knows my feeling. My only peace lies in my music and then only because

came up to the table, looked into my eyes then she turned around and shook her behind so i said to myself, its time for me to release my vicious rhyme i call my

coat and walked a bulldog Saw them reflected in the mirror of the lakes Lived in the shadow of the mountains With the smells of disinfectant, dusty old leather And the polished wood

coat and walked a bulldog Saw them reflected in the mirror of the lakes Lived in the shadow of the mountains With the smells of disinfectant, dusty old leather And the polished wood

came up to the table, looked into my eyes then she turned around and shook her behind so i said to myself, its time for me to release my vicious rhyme i call my

coat and walked a bulldog Saw them reflected in the mirror of the lakes Lived in the shadow of the mountains With the smells of disinfectant, dusty old leather And the polished wood