Headsoak

I was walking with my feet

A disposition fell over me

And the armory wall was bleeding

The restless child was readingI was swimming, could hardly stand

The swimming hour was at hand

And the fishes they were feeding

Lambs they were bleatingOoh, I walk slowly

Ooh, I walk slowly

I walk slowly

When I walk away from youI'm feeling bad, I'm looking bad

I feel and look so bad

Some might say

Yours truly, is soaking his headSo I say

So I say there's apprehension

And inhibition

All contributions, to my, to my attritionNo, and it happened long ago

These things these things, these things

That make me walk so darn slow

Slow

Songwriters

Andrew Wegman BirdPublished by

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