The Skin of My Yellow Country Teeth

Once the dogs have quit their barking
"Son," my neighbour said to me
Know the emptiness of talking blue
The same issue
Run, I'll do no more of this walking
Haunted by a past I just can't see
Anymore
Anymore

Well let me tell you I have never planned
To let go of the hand that has been
Clinging by its thick country skin
To my yellow country teeth
To my yellow country teeth

Far, far away from West Virginia
I'll try New York City
Explaining that the sky holds you in
The sun rushes in
A child with a shotgun can shoot down the honeybees that sting
Oh, this boy could use a little sting
Alright

Who will get me to a party?
Who do I have yet to meet?
You, you look a bit like coffee
And you taste a little like me
How can I keep me from moving?
Now I need a change of scenery
Just listen to me
I won't pretend
To understand
The movement of the wind
Or the waves in the ocean
Over the hours
I change softly
Slowly, plainly, blindly
Oh me, oh my