Red Shirt
Lift
It's either moving too fast,
Or too slow...
Play the string gently now,
Pull the bow...
So tired...
Why are you down?
Whoa-oh-oh-oh...
Whoa-oh-oh-oh...
Woke up at the laundromat,
With clothes to clean...
The tv's dripping sound down,
Into a life you can dream...
Smoke breathes through,
An empty room...
Whoa-oh-oh-oh...
Whoa-oh-oh-oh...
I get the feeling that you'd understand,
Pulls you all around,
Turns you up and down,
(Can't live without it...)
A good day is just a red shirt tumbling in between...
Whoa-oh-oh-oh...
Whoa-oh-oh-oh...
A dollar wins the lottery,
When pigs can fly...
Folding paper airplanes,
And circling classifieds,
Time luring,
Back outside...
It's a blue sky...
Whoa-oh-oh-oh...
Whoa-oh-oh-oh...
I get the feeling that you'd understand,
Pulls you all around,
Turns you up and down,
(Can't live without it...)
A good day is just a red shirt tumbling in between...