Iím not a poet
And I know it
There is no deep secret
Tossing inside me

I have no timing
I canít form my feelings
Sometimes I rhyme
Sometimes I donít

So go ahead, take a look at my kitchen
Take a look at the woodgrain there
Whatís it for? That hardwood floor 
Is where Iím walkiní and thinkiní

Walkiní and thinkiní

About you

found on:
More like the Moon

words: Jeff Tweedy

debuted/last played: performance history

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