I Write the B-Sides

I write the B-sides

That make a small portion of the world cry

I like the sea side

And singing songs that make you not wanna dieThrow a stone into the sea

And wait for it to come back to me

Better get out on the boat

'Cause someone told me that stones don't floatI like to sit out back

And look up at the squirrels in the trees

They don't like radio tracks

And they don't ever talk down to meThrow a nut up in the tree

Gonna fall right back on me

Well these guys know who they are

And what they needs in their own backyardWoo ooh, woo oohI like to play in the snow

I stick my hand in, now where did it go?

It might be mighty cold

But that's all part of not doing what you're told