Cool BluesI'm stopping at the stop signs,I'm signaling my turns.I am trying to be cool,I know about what burns.I'm older than my daddy, I'm not walking in his shoes.He ate his milk and honey,and you know he paid his dues.Green glass on the sidewalkthat I don't always go around -because my sole is solidI just hear a crunching sound.I sit at my favorite table,it's the one where you are too -I love to sit and listenas you tell me what is new.Soldiers on the street,moon in the sky - owl in a treegetting ready to fly.I hear voices in my headas I fall asleep at night.
And sell you lots of that
That of course is not
An absolute tit for tat