a hairy face in a wide open place, reflecting between trees
this world is mechanized, and i dont want to jeopardize
what ya got goin now, keep lookin at the clouds
of confused currency and a monopoly of infidelity
i want fidelity
but im a boy with songs to sing, livin a life im tryin to lead
from the backseat of a car i dont own, to the end of the world
im calling home