Let me tell you all about a man just down the street
He’s wearing second hand balloons
And cardboard on his feet
Telling wicked stories
He laughs with nervous friend
He’s really quite amusing
When your life goes down the bends

Let me sing a song for you of little lady lay
She goes with anyone she meets
She’ll go with you one day
And if the lord would come to her she’d follow him for sure
But he has never asked her out or offered her a cure

Soothing
Let the ever eluding rust soothe you, my friend

Let me walk a while with you
And watch the rain come down
On every little print I make upon the soggy ground
I’ll tell you that there’s no excuse for feeling left behind
To make this circle spin around
I guess our teeth must grind

Soothing
Let the ever eluding rust soothe you, my friend