paper cuts and ink blots up your sleeve
if it trails to your head you will sleep
when your story seems too bankrupt
and empty to put down and copy
your records warp and kick the needle
free happy yes you're happy
but there are so many ways to be please
don't spend your energy on me
i'm hoping to find what i believe
i wish no chains upon you wild flowers
in your yard good friends to send you
mail that change is coming hard
i wish warm rains upon you
and snow like playing cards
i wish no chains upon you
but saying it isn't hard
i love them all places big and small oh
they're calling me tonight
come on angels of the turnpike help me
find what i like flip me over
i don't feel you please don't spare me
any misery i want to understand
what i believe in