You don't have to quiet down for me boy
Let it out, let them see boy
You got a smile, and she likes how you wear it
Oak hands and maple eyes
Last Night
I saw you play
You were crying in place
You turn the streets blue
Quit staring at yourself like that
You hide from your skin
What's the point in that
You got a smile, and she likes how you wear it
Oak hands and maple eyes
Last night
I saw you play
You were crying in place
A sun bleached hat
Tends to leave his body at home
Oh you
Oh you
Quit floating and take some bike wheels to summer pavement
Oh you're rearranging
Hearing new arrangements
Your hands are filled with poems boy
They make me cry
I saw you play
Crying in place