Don’t need water to drown around here.
Don’t need water to drown around here.
I don’t even understand. How could
something so clear be falling for the
lines of a fisherman?
If I could learn to juggle, does that mean
I could learn to paint?
If I could learn to juggle, does that mean
I could learn to paint?
I don’t even understand. Could I be
something I ain’t? Other than the casting
lines of a fisherman.
A watched pot don’t boil or call the kettle black.
A watched pot don’t boil or call the kettle black.
I don’t even understand as I toss one back.
Just the idle thoughts of a fisherman.
Out early in the morning before the sun set in.
Out early in the morning. Before the sunset in.
I don’t even understand why I go with a grin.
There’s just something about reelin’ them in.