I like the strums
Alright, hold on
Every week it's getting harder to say
Can you feed my fish when I'm away
I'm stepping out underneath the ground
With the cold and the filth and the sound
Met a woman who lives in a tree
She's cold and dark and condescending
She's a little bit older than me
My loneliness it needed mending
She's just a warm body to hold
I will never see into your soul
I could see into your soul
I could see into your soul
I could see into your soul
Every week it's getting harder to say
Can you feed my fish when I'm away
Four by four now we're bouncing around
With the wild west people we found
Met a woman who lives in a tree
She's cold and dark and condescending
I don't know if she's the one for me
My loneliness it needed mending
She's just a warm body to hold
She would never see into my soul
I could see into your soul
I could see into your soul
I could see into your soul
I could see into your soul
I could see into your soul
I could see into your soul
I could see into your soul
I could see into your soul
I could see into your soul
Waaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy