Strike out, said he on a cold summer day
She liked to talk to him about it
Well the railroads go on for so long
but i just cant find it
I can see clearly now its all fine
I am myself but not so much
When you look for me,
watch out now maybe i won't be around you for long no
rivers flow long ways a long time they shal live
The Feeling i get is made of all of it
Stone and road made and bent
So listen to him, the prophet of the lines
he's saying everything will be alright
i'm thinking about listening harder to the apple core
and maybe, just maybe... I won't be here to see the end of
it