Sigh
And I don't want to go to war
And I don't want to have to fight
'Cause I don't wanna be right
I don't wanna be right

So swerve a little in the road
The curve will take your cruise control
Or you could hit the Ghost Pine
I could see the headline:

Poor Tree; Man Die

Maybe if we move slow
Or we don't even go
Or maybe if we should fight
Somewhere in a field at night
Strong man coming for the scarecrow
Strong man coming for the scarecrow

No brains in the meadow

I was amenable but
These petrochemicals, oh
Now I need rеlief
You're so ethеreal
It's so immaterial
It beggars some belief, yeah
No change
Yes, grieve
Breathe in aloud your chapter and verse
It's got me so beat down that I might order a hearse
I got no room and I feel all alone
Still it feels like you could eat me out of house and home

In my headline