I tried to write a song

I tried to write a song.

That would right all the wrong

I even wondered if that’s possible

I went forward I went back

I went up a different track

And I’m lucky I ain’t in a mental hospital

Yeah, it’s all around forever hereabouts

Can hear soft whispers and maniac shouts

They’ll be a warm wind up from the south

Come on, gonna make good music

Come on, come on, come on, let’s use it

Wind in and out of my mouth

There’s a lot I don’t care for

One of which is war

One thing, I’m sure

There’s a lot I don’t care for

Man alarm for slaughter

Hey no rhythm

Once some more

I’ve been told you can run a car on water

I’ve been told Jesus walked on water

A hell of a lot I don’t care for

You oughta do what you oughta

Had to talk in rhythm

To lay the truth on the line

Just like the poets do

You know what to do

We have to hide a lot of what we do

I really mean what I seem to do to you

Well, I’d write all the wrong

I’d go forward I’d go back

I’d go up a different track

Of course I’d wonder if that’s possible