In the overgrowth of the underbrush Shone a fossil tooth which I must have dropped Very long ago which reminded me how We wound up where we are now
Right through those trees I’m not insane That’s where we came into this place And if you squint if you squint your brain I’ll get my paints and I’ll try to paint
Canajoharie Canajoharie Where a front flipper first evolved on the day When a daring mudskipper dragged itself away Out of Canajoharie Canajoharie Call me sentimental but I want to go back And commemorate the place with a historical plaque
It’s as if a fin reaching from the swamp Grabbed me by my arm tried to pull me in But my arm was strong and the fin was an Inaccurately reconstructed fake
It was right through those trees I’m not insane That’s where the fin tried to drag me in Don’t look at me look at where I’m pointing Close your eyes see what I seeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
