Well angel, morning Sivanna
Well ain't been gone too far
But heading out towards Ponoma
Where you won't be alone
Where there's'is thrift store manager in a poke camadee

And a gas mask on his arm

And one by one by one

We'll all be gone



We'll all be gone by the fall

We'll all be gone by the falling light



Brick layer

With a hat down on his feet

I'll say no more

I won't lead no Calvary



How long

Will you disregard the heat?

Half beat

It's no misnomer though



I've the feeling that I better go

So

I slide right out the door, oh