strolling down the highway with my shoes in my hand
i don't talk much i'm a quiet man
beauty and silence both run deep
and running like crazy while you are asleep
you got news for me
i got nothing for you
don't pin your blues on me
just go ahead and do whatever you wish to
last monday night i saw a fight
between wednesday and thursday over saturday night
tuesday asked me what was going on i said
sunday's in the meadow and friday's in the corn."