Fold leaves

None of my friends
Fold leaves like me anymore
None of my friends

Been lost, I guess... abroad again
Harder times, to-do start overs
Overs
Over sit? Oh
Well
Share stuff cuz you enjoy us all knowing
if these feel mow ooooolder
Telling me only if -- ok?
Give 'em
Make 'em listen 'em
though you might catch
that what you need with sounds
That your family fashioned
And fat, fat flavorfuls
Kept only handier thoughts thinkin' straight,
So, ahead, possessing…

Well...
This feels just right --
Don't you agree?
Yeah!
This feels just right!
Step right up!
If you just
Use your vision
With the music
You'll adjust
Listen, us
Listen quick and
Keep it hidden
On the bus

Who's got a plan?
Smoke signals jammed
Oh
Man of the land
Ace for a hand
Oh
Hooves in the sand
Oceans to dam
Oh
I'll say again
Weave bob to stand
Oh
Splash zone demand, yeah
Writhe for the flag
Oh
Fleeced copped your land, yeah
Please god, my man
Oh oh oh
Songs meant to slap, yeah
Sung hand in hand
Oh
Lashes again, yeah
I can, I can
Oh oh oh
Trees barking sense, yeah
Leaves me in trance
Oh
Happiness traps, yeah
The loveliest spans
Oh oh oh
Need common sense, yeah
Need proper stance
Oh
Suitcases crammed, yeah
Westward I swam
Oh oh oh

Red lights pull over
For ya

And life was just a little strange
To me

Don't the colors just drain
Fuzz knots up at this time of dark
If I'd say honestly
You look the same kind of type, you
Looking like trouble there
Hmm, then again
Looks like trouble's your mind
Whydon'tyou
Muse headlights to cut paths
Instead of handfuls and handfuls of asphalts

Rear view.
Hitchhike high moon
Starlit space cruise
'M on a crepe zoo, I

Some fish floating outside of the place where I'd sleep if
They were sleeping there too –
Not the fish,
You know who.
That saucer's flying off
Yonder
From where I keep sinking
Down, down

I thought
That there is thinking ahead and then there's thinking on times
And then

Never mind
Never mind
I've got some time

The grind is fine and
I'm fine grinding
Fine sublime reduced to powder keeps me alive
Oh hell!
Oh hell…
From stem to twig to follow through
The leaves will now fold themselves
So they don't have to ever tell
Any damn thing to the rest of us
Curious

Let em out, let em in
Why haven't I done
What I said that I was going to do

Left a saucerful of salmon
I think he ain't coming back
What's the color of the salmon
What's the color of the cats
Left a saucerful of salmon
I think he ain't coming back
Did he turn into a salmon?
Did he turn into a plant?