I got two strong arms,blessings of Babylon,time to carry on and try,for sins and falseSo to America the brave,wise men say He'll achieve higher labor,there's a hole in the groundWhere an old man of error goes around and aroundAnd his plan is a beacon in the middle of the nightFor a strange kind of passion is a wrong and a rightCan't let the nervous mind overkill But you,have that apple to killSitching a little bit outEats apples Fills the yn, It's called blueberryBreaks to the calling of the wildWhile he stirs chaiIgot plans for usNights in the scholarly and daysInstead of me I only know what to discussOh, for anything but loveWise men fighting over youIt's not me you seePieces of Valentine with usA song about to be from burning historySeasons of gasoline and goldWise man folly retrieved by a riverThere's a hole in the groundWhere an old man of error goes around and aroundAnd his plan is a beacon in the middle of the nightFor restraint and affection there's a wrong and a rightHe'll never, never find over youI've got time to killSilencing my way off withoutInferno build up like boots andGone blue bird hillAnd still calling up the wildWild space child