Album: The Village
Sell yourself lightly
Daily and nightly
She moves to the strings of an aging guitar
Moving so queerly
Speaking so clearly
She makes herself known with a boisterous guffaw
She goes
Oh, I’m alone and so far
Softly, slowly
Hilter, kilter
Out into the streets with an aging guitar
Now the wind wails
And she’ll set sail
Out into the streets with a boisterous guffaw
Sell yourself daily
Speaking so hasty
Tell me you love me, you know we’ve come far!
But oh now she’s shaking
Spinning and quaking
Armed to the teeth with a boisterous guffaw
Oh and the band it rises up Oh and she’s never coming down
Softly, slowly
Hilter, kilter
Out into the streets with an aging guitar
Now the wind wails
And she’ll set sail
Out into the streets with a boisterous guffaw