James Two

Some things you can't rule, in the gentle rain, don't know what to do, scrubbed by fire, I hear myself say, it's only my desire, want to hear good news, sail down the freeway, untroubled by the Blues, like birds on a wire, we find hard to ascertain, who's the biggest liar, she boils me in a stew, in clearings makes me taste, old and bitter fruit, she won't ask me why, I live without brains, lost in the sky, it doesn’t take a fool, to move the earth again, find out what you lose, when she walks away.