I'm not high, not too lowly
I tried to fly but I beat my wings too slowly
I just got back from a foreign land
Sit in my kitchen beatin' pots and pans
Only you can fill my hands the right way
I'm not high, not too lowly
I try to get by on wine and
poetry
Music from the good places
Go light and don't leave a trace
It's on to the next place so quickly Goodbye...