It's all fine, yeah my friends they've gone a while My wood's shrinking and growing at the same time you know it's alright There's a still light, and it's half the light Of the weight of a grown fork in the road It's my style I get going, yeah I get going Yeah I get going, yeah I get going From all the little problems and the trouble I've been made Myself, and my head A floral grin on an empty forest If not, then small chance Life's past and there ain't that much difference yet There's a still light, and it's past time Yeah I get going, yeah I get going Yeah I get going, yeah I get going Till the night that I'm a player in my head That's my desk Thanks for watching!
