Jim Guthrie Save It
Save it, touch wood and then
Feel the breeze on your face
This place is a disgrace all
The time
Save it, touch wood and then
Feel the breeze on your face
Long with things I slash and trace
In spare time
I can see the future now
But only when I blink
Please don't sing
And when I sleep
I see past thoughts
Of thoughts and fights
That people didn't think
Waited at the bus stop
For the lame, the gifted, the damned
When everyone got onboard I knew
Right then and there
I knew it was a scam
Cause they'll sit
And you'll say
It gets you off
In your own special way
Why does tomorrow
Have to be better
Than today
Well, tomorrow's no better than today
With all the long
skirts and all the tapered pants
And all the long skirts
with all the tapered pants
It's funny
He couldn't understand
He felt it in his heart
But it wouldn't come
Through his hands
But it wouldn't come
Through his hands
It was risky but he has
A little plan
He'd build himself a ship
With a rusty old paint can
And an oscillating fan
Had a life affirming talk
With the garbage man today
He said â believe in me.
I take the trash awayâ
How do you do it
