It's not every day I see you waiting here on the front porch of the store telling tales
I've come a hundred miles from the everglades
And if you've got some time tell me of your day
Oh sit beneath the stars
Oh the days are hot and long
I think time has taken everything from me
And my hands no longer work anymore
There's a child in the mud laughing now
She doesn't know her life is running away
Oh sit beneath the stars
Oh the days are hot and long
It's not every day I see you waiting here on the front porch of the store telling tales
I've come a hundred miles from the everglades
And if you've got some time tell me of your day
Oh sit beneath the stars
Oh the days are hot and long
Only if you've got some time
Only if you've got some time
Only if you've got some timeFreeze him, rests his head on a pillow made of concrete, yeah
Oh, Feel him maybe he'll see a little better, Saterdays, ooh yeah
Oh, hell now, faces that he sees come again ain't that familiar, oh yeah
Oh, girlfriend, he can't have, when his happy looks insane, oh yeah
Even flow, thoughts arrive like butterflies
Oh, he don't know, so he chases them away
Someday yet, he'll begin his life again
Life again, life again...
Kneelin', looking through the paper though he doesn't know to read, them
ooh yeah
Oh, prayin', life is something that has never showed him anything
Oh, feelin', understands the weather of the winters on its way
Oh, see him, few and far between all illegal halls of shame, yeah
Even flow, thoughts arrive like butterflies
Oh, he don't know, so he chases them away
Someday yet, he'll begin his life again
Whispering hands, gently lead him away
Him away, him away...
Yeah!
Woo...ah yeah...fuck it up...
Even flow, thoughts arrive like butterflies
Oh, he don't know, so he chases them away
Someday yet, he'll begin his life again, yeah
Oh, whispering hands, gently lead him away
Him away, him away...
Yeah!
Woo...uh huh...yeah, yeah, mommy, mommy...