A shout in a holler for a hill to die on
A chip on a shoulder that I used to cry on
Tender offer
Remember the old oak missing leaves
Tried to put a grip of stitches in me
And your eyes searched mine
For something I might know
I knew nothing-it's just as well
I grew from that sick puppy
Into a mama wolf who's only whelping runts
And I don't know anymore if you love me
Or some memory I've not recalled for months
But my tender offer still stands
Tender offer
Gone pioneering, came as a thief
Is it any less endearing
As when a heathen takes his leave?
Tender offer
Remember these
Tender offers