A trippy hipster,



In another time,



Sang that love is all around -



Which sounded



Pretty ridiculous



To a kid who shilled for the house.







I ll tell you a secret



But keep it under your hat:



Two s a crowd when you re



Born to slip through the cracks.







The first decades of life



Rained on my hide



And cured me from lies.



Then, ever after,



Spoke through my caster



And pushed misfortune aside.







I ll tell you a secret



But keep it under your hat:



It ain t worth facin a day



When you re livin like that.







I ll tell you a secret



But keep it under your hat:



There ain t no future



In wrestling with your past.