Out here on my strip the animals run quick
Where yellow birds (???) and flying around their marks
And where I think of the flame that could drown (???)
Or is this the same, so how do you explain?
And if you can explain, this is for you
So I write a little note, it's full of little hose
And I'll send it on the wire, and tell me if it's on fire
For this salt of the Earth, it's swaddled me at birth
And what would you say if you can explain?
And if you can explain, this is for you
And if you can explain
And if you can explain, this is for you