Songtexte:
Foster

Robert's got a quick hand. He'll look around the room, he won't tell you his plan. He's got a rolled cigarette, hanging out his mouth he's a cowboy kid

Call it what you want Call it what you want I said just call it what you want Call it what you want Yeah, we're locked up in ideas We like to label everything

Yet again I'm hustling, hustling, hustling Yet again I'm hustling, hustling, hustling Yet again I'm hustling, hustling, hustling But I can't seem to catch

I'll hold your hand when you are feeling mad at me When the monsters they wont go, The windows, they wont close, I'll pretend to see what you see How

Sometimes life it takes you by the hand. It puts you down before you know it It's gone and you're dead again. I've been in places and I won't pretend

Walk a little walk, smile, talk big thoughts Gonna tell them all just what I want That street, two streets, I see you and me Hanging on the empty swings

Baby, it's a scary old world we're living in Sometimes it hard to tell who's really your friend But there's not much that I'm sure of but one thing's

I know just what you're talking about We've all got hopes and dreams and doubts When your heart is on the line Some walk, the walk, some just like flirting

Miss Laura fed the hungry in the church house basement After she'd retired from teaching school She'd pick my son up in her arms on Sundays To teach him