Red Shirt

Red Shirt
It's either moving too fast,
or too slow...
play the string gently now,
pull the bow...
so tired...
why are you down?
Whoa-oh-oh-oh...
whoa-oh-oh-oh...
Woke up at the laundromat,
with clothes to clean...
the tv's dripping sound down,
into a life you can dream...
smoke breathes through,
an empty room...
Whoa-oh-oh-oh...
whoa-oh-oh-oh...
I get the feeling that you'd understand,
pulls you all around,
turns you up and down,
(can't live without it...)
a good day is just a red shirt tumbling in between...
Whoa-oh-oh-oh...
whoa-oh-oh-oh...
A dollar wins the lottery,
when pigs can fly...
folding paper airplanes,
and circling classifieds,
time luring,
back outside...
it's a blue sky...
Whoa-oh-oh-oh...
whoa-oh-oh-oh...
I get the feeling that you'd understand,
pulls you all around,
turns you up and down,
(can't live without it...)
a good day is just a red shirt tumbling in between...