The Wooden Song

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 and playing a game
Well I know it sounds strange
But It could be the other way
Round in a town where they don't know your name