Cheek Full
William Ayers
There's a way to stop
Stop moving backwards
There's a way to stop it
When I see you smile
When you say you're proud
Young buck catching bull frogs by the river
Not as free right now as I was back then
With croakin' in my hand
And I will halt
You dead in your tracks
Spewing out
A cheek full of words
I'm holding back
Work your freelance gig
'Till your good and able
The only thing helps
When I see you smile
When you say your proud
Young buck send an arrow soaring through the sunset
Not as calm right now
As I was back then
A bow string in my hand