How can you see your world is changing   When you walk with your head down   Snow is on the pavement   Looking for the medicine   A million thoughts are one      Like a slightly wounded deer   Standing in the backyard   Turn your eyes up 'round   (x3)      So I turn right on crooked elbow lane   When I pass you by with a big smile   Halfway to Hell   Caught maybe because of obstacles   A million questions are one      Like a slightly wounded deer   Standing in the backyard   Turn your eyes up 'round   (x3)      Here comes Sherry, drunk again   Waiting by the city hall   Mixed-up plans, she killed them all   Look for gold and stab, they fall   Here comes George, a troubled man   Waiting by his femme fatale   She is a double-crossing dame   Ready to wipe out the game   (x3)