Branches - Paper Hats lyrics

These roads are made for walking Though the blistered feet are talking 'Round the barrel, grab a seat Oh, the stories that we'll meet So the man begins his tale Our expressions growing pale And the crickets with their song Begging us to join along When the miles begin their walking And the trees begin their talking Swing on round the merry-go-round Married girls in snowy sound Birds are singing, "Hallelujah!" But those tunes are bound to fool ya Everything as it should be; oh, infinite mystery More than fiction meets the eye For it tells a seeing story Who really wants the glory? We will burn them in a fury Paper guns and paper hats When they burn, they all burn black And we remember all we are Broken boxes, burned and charred When the miles begin their walking And the trees begin their talking Swing on round the merry-go-round Married girls in snowy sound Birds are singing "Hallelujah!" But those tunes are bound to fool ya Everything as it should be; oh, infinite mystery When the miles begin their walking And the trees begin their talking Swing on round the merry-go-round Married girls in snowy sound Birds are singing "Hallelujah!" But those tunes are bound to fool ya Everything as it should be; oh, infinite mystery