Here I'm debating time, I'm waiting
chime the wake
Free
She's assigned a witch to spell my heart
and now
You talk tough to me and it makes me smile
She made her way. She felt she was to blame
There's a wee little lass and her name is Mary
It's Sunday noon in my room
The wind is really
You're on my fingers you're on my paper
We're close
I woke, I broke free drove a long time
It
Shall I shy down. that's boring. snoring
I'd like to
Couldn't ask for a better day, two by two
To
In a classroom somewhere alone
Looking at the window scene
Today I strike out on my own
The dog is
Put me in new direction.
Point me to the edge