Always a fine one grabbing The hand gun I have fifteen channels on the AM dial Back seat's full of flyer mail There is no room No room for anyone Break of dawn and i'm driving Driving solemn one Understand it's not about you There's one thing true These socks are green The grass seems blue Fishing boats were gonna bring me home Bring me home to you Some say i've changed Still as all the days when her and I Would play field tag I go around I come back down through the Tunnel of time where I can see Over and over It's not about you There's one thing true These socks are green The grass seems blue Fishing boats were going to bring me home Bring me home to you