I live under a giant cloud

Well it's my shield and it's my shroud

At home on the range

But alone in a crowd

I plug my ears when it gets too loud

So get that kinky noise out on the stage

With your spinning curls in a purple rage

The sun in our eyes

And the burning sage

You're all alone then you turn the page





Could it be? Yeah it could be

Could it be that you're for me

I'm looking right to your head

Talking to you seems to wake the dead

With what now you just said

I think we're gonna break the bed





Hands in the air