Worry On Smith Lyrics

Choices, so many choices
Pick one and move on or you're held by your voices
There's two ways to go
But there's three I see
There's mine and there's theirs and our fantasies
So I pedal to union and I worry on smith
There's a hole in the concrete
Hope I don't worry into it
Flypaper, scarecrow, jucifer, meadow
And the gentle fawn.

Smokin', she saw you smokin'
Under a bus stop hiding from the rain
Whisper it to me and I may not understand
But when you write it you are the man
So just wait a little while
I get up everytime you smile
Just wait and i'll be alright now
Because I dream that all of it grew long
And I am the lady of the lakeside song
In the harbor sun