Get around I always will I'll be driving my life Uphill And that's a parallel it's all intact I'm in You should never give up There's no exclusive cover up Music like the beat of our hearts It's just a tree It's just a street The ground so wet You can almost see Yourself in it smell The autumn leaves You can almost tell This must be real I move a step Another discovery The plain is vast And the people are tiny I'm on my floor Almost at my room I think I won't Go to bed this soon I switch the channel I jump into a scene The cimbalom player Playing in the big street He moves his hammers On the strings so fierce A song about the shadow In the big street Resonating in the streets The sound of the hammering theme All the spirits of the past Are sung too at last Give that gypsy girl some dough So she don't cast her spells on y'all Standing like a doll on a string And wiggle your head If you give the dog a bone He'll still find his way back home You are not even half there And you're in a state Buy some flowers for your girl Tell her that the battle's been fought Tell her that you've been far enough And that you're willing to Get around I always will I'll be driving my life Uphill And that's a parallel it's all intact I'm in You should never give up There's no exclusive cover up Music like the beat of our hearts