TAQOMA

Flown out from the window

Flown out from the green

A match to any ceiling

Voices from the flame

In the long run

In the long run

So long at pretending

I was once your boy

Ships out on the landing

Faces you'll avoid

In the long run

In the long run

In the long run

In the long run

Everybody want to be some somebody

Don't you want somebody for your own

Everybody want to be some somebody

Don't you want somebody for your own

Down to the road, clover and gold

It's your own hand to hold

Staring me down, swallowing sound

It's your own hand to hold

Everybody want to be some somebody

Don't you want somebody for your own

Down to the road, clover and gold

It's your own hand to hold

Staring me down, swallowing sound

It's your own hand to hold