The Dotted Line
David Gray
Trying to square the circle of my creed spread a little around for chicken feed and every (any) little thing I need baby oh. Everything that rises all that flows and every which way that it goes. It’s tick tock the raindrop and I wait for you. Like green eyes or cream pies. I won’t yield. Solo (yeahee) I’m tick tock those green locks. I can’t go through. Like green eyes or cream pies. I won’t yield. I won’t yield. Oh the darling light. Oh the darling light. Oh the darling light. I won’t yield.