Bigfoot

I changed the oils and oiled the squeaks,

Patched the holes and fluid leaks,

Left dusk beneath a diabetic moon

And way to take the TV crews across the creaking ice

The news is howling to the timber wolves and soon

I'll go through it all again

Watch their doubtful smiles begin

But the visions that I see believe in me

So praise the things I can't forget with burgers and a silhouette

On t-shirts at the council general store

I'll listen to the south winds sigh with rumors and regrets

And I don't want to talk about it anymore

I'll go through it all again

watch their doubtful smiles begin

When the visions that I see believe in me

Or the visions that I see that will believe me.