Capo 3
[Verse 1]
Shovin in the over haze
Siftin off most my days
For a B1 bomber that will blow your mind
Listen to the sound of glass,
hunting someone elses nap
For a B1 bomber from Flint naptime
[Chorus]
Then all of a sudden, I m watching the leaves
Off the ground and into Hawkeye s pocket
[Verse 2]
Squash biscuits and a broke leg stream
Flyin saucers in my hunting dream
In the center of the shuttle i can hear a banjo break
Happens every now and then
If your lucky they will let you in
If you show on time and you show up straight
[Chorus]
As the walkway s folding
gettin ready to leave
Hawkeye waves goodbye and decides to smile
[Solo]
[Chorus]
He hired a cricket
and younger than me
Covered up in fancy rocks and relics
[Verse 3]
When sharper than a green plant spear
Hits hard enough to fall a deer
Oh dear, I swear I fell its true
Lips of imperial red, rock of ages in my river bed
I have no earthly jewels for you
[Outro]
Coming home empty handed but I finally see
Covered up in fancy rocks and relics