Woodgrain
Jeffrey Tweedy
I'm not a poet
And I know it
It is no deep secret tossing inside me
I have no timing I can't form my feelings
Sometimes I rhyme sometimes I don't
So go ahead take a look in my kitchen
Take a look at the Woodgrain there
What's it for that hardwood floor is where I'm walking and thinkin'
Walking and thinkin' about you
