This Morning Came On To Me, Silver

All I'm Writing Is Just What I Feel, That's All. I Just Keep It Almost Naked. And Probably The Words Are So Bland.

You're Not The Only One Accused Of Hit And Run. Tire Tracks All Across My Back, Well I Can See You've Had Your Fun.

Now If Six Turned Up To Be Nine, I Don't Mind, I Don't Mind.

Now If I Don't Meet You No More In This World, Then I'll, I'll Meet You In The Next One, And Don't Be Late, Don't Be Late, Cause I'm A Voodoo Chile.

My Own Thing Is In My Head. I Hear Sounds And If I Don't Get Them Together Nobody Else Will.