Andy, do you love me? Do you think about it, will you say Turning brushwood into blazes Turning summer grass into hay Turning sharply past the graveyard to the lakefront With the black waves licking up the stones To the swayed back screened in front porch Who could ever stay the weight of flesh and bones
Andy, aren't you tired? From the sun and rain and river soaking you From the beer cans on your dashboard And the bullet hole glass spiderweb staining your rearview I have watched you watch an empty road Is it only her upon which all of you's depending To fill your twenty hour work day While all the fences in this county still need mending
And in the night I do my checking And fix the broken part with visions of rare beauty But in my heart I know I'm second Forever fixed in you pursuit it is my duty
Andy, will you toss me A little scrap of something I can taste Instead of dust from all the leaving And the smell of summer lying here to waste Under the burnt pyre of all the cast away The tiny shoots will spring like questions will you take me Out to the fenced field sprinkled with horses Wild in resistance to the taming will you break me Will you break me Andy, do you love me? Do you think about it, will you say Turning brushwood into blazes Turning summer grass into hay Turning sharply past the graveyard to the lakefront With the black waves licking up the stones To the swayed back screened in front porch Who could ever stay the weight of flesh and bones Andy, aren't you tired? From the sun and rain and river soaking you From the beer cans on your dashboard And the bullet hole glass spiderweb staining your rearview I have watched you watch an empty road Is it only her upon which all of you's depending To fill your twenty hour work day While all the fences in this county still need mending And in the night I do my checking And fix the broken part with visions of rare beauty But in my heart I know I'm second Forever fixed in you pursuit it is my duty Andy, will you toss me A little scrap of something I can taste Instead of dust from all the leaving And the smell of summer lying here to waste Under the burnt pyre of all the cast away The tiny shoots will spring like questions will you take me Out to the fenced field sprinkled with horses Wild in resistance to the taming will you break me Will you break me Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
