Strung out like a string bean
Like the morning wash
Hung out to get clean
Where it's green and I feel less lost
I'm hanging these things out on the line
I'm dying to try new things
But I just don't have the time
This load ain't heavy
I will confess
But I'd rather save what I could
Then burn the rest
I'm taking a hit from my old hash pipe
I'm taking a look at what I can't see in the morning light
I'm standing in the middle of an open field
And when the sun hits me I know how I should feel
I know how I should feel
This load ain't heavy
I will confess
But I'd rather save what I could
Then burn the rest
The rest
I don't know if I'm ready
Haven't really tried my best
Reel those clothes in, fold what I can
And burn, burn the rest