The Wooden Song

Take me, break me Tell me a good one and maybe I'll cry Go with me, show me Tell me a good one and maybe I'll die Lately I've been dancing in ceiling fans Into the kitchen and out the back gate Well I know it sounds strange but it could be the other way Round to the ground where I know I must stay Take me, break me Tell me a good one and maybe I'll cry Go with me, show me Tell me a good one and maybe I'll die Lately I've been dancing in ceiling fans Circled in secrets, playing a game Well I know it sounds strange but it could be the other way Round to a town where they don't know your name Together... for a while... ain't no good