Woorden: Grant Lee Phillips. Walking Memory.

Shippin? off to the country
Where the tales are tall
You'll come back with a story
Or ya won't come back at all

Tom-tom rumors are pounding
Rustling in the leaves
Nothin? you wanna spread around
Like Johnny Appleseed

Always
In my waking memory
You're always
In my waking memory
always

Some new plague in the making
Best not bat an eye
No sleep for the living
When you're in a fire fight

Always
In my waking memory
Always
You're always
In my waking memory
Always