Always a fine one grabbing   The hand gun   I have fifteen channels on the AM dial   Back seat’s full of flyer mail    There is no room   No room for anyone   Break of dawn and i’m driving   Driving solemn one      Understand it’s not about you   There’s one thing true   These socks are green   The grass seems blue      Fishing boats were gonna bring me home   Bring me home to you      Some say i’ve changed   Still as all the days when her and I   Would play field tag   I go around    I come back down through the    Tunnel of time where I can see    Over and over      It’s not about you      There’s one thing true   These socks are green    The grass seems blue      Fishing boats were going to bring me home   Bring me home to you