Hang out your toys
Hang your girls and boys
Time for turning seasons
Time to make another good old run
To the stars and the moon and your gun
And a flick of a light so far
Only makes you wiry
You are still distilled and bottled by
All the fear and the pain of her eyes
And the rest of your cries
Waiting inside for my moment down
Was my wish to kill me
But I hugged him and continued on
On my own
Straight ahead
All alone
By myself
Hanging-on
And my mama knows
All that time ago
I was just a screamer
Didn't care at all for good or bad
Wasn't sad
Take a treat or trick
Take a rose or two
Just don't forget
What is there for you
Got to feel it all
In your naked soul
Maybe you will swim in
A world time of streaming
