Everything that happens is from now on

Oh bring it in and let us see it

They're doing nine-to-five and moaning And they don't want you succeeding when they've blown it

I look down the back of the TV and that's where it was

The load on the road brings a tear to the Indian's eye

Coming through the trees

Life goes by

It's like learning a new language

Far beyond the reaches of the shadows

The grass is dead, The gold is brown

Thrown across water like a stone

Throw him up in the old hayloft