From the recording Pies in the Sky
Lyrics
What song will I sing when the muse returns to winter
What coat will I wear when the firewood turns to cinder
The fruit of the labors is bound to rot
Always running from the repo man to keep the stuff I got
How long will I think that a deed will lead to freedom
There’s nothing above it; Even love’s just following a feeling
The fruit of the labors is bound to rot
Always running from the repo man to keep the stuff I got ‘cause I’m
Renting and you’re renting
let’s stop pretending we don’t have to give it back
I’m renting and you’re renting
Let’s stop pretending we don’t have to give it back
As sure as we’re born, we must return back to the ether
All things with a form have a time frame to be here
The fruit of the labors is bound to rot
Always running from the repo man to keep the stuff I got
Renting and you’re renting
let’s stop pretending we don’t have to give it back
I’m renting and you’re renting
Let’s stop pretending we don’t have to give it back
What song will you sing when the muse returns to winter?