Little red wagon, little red bike, I ain’t no monkey but I know what I like.
The enemy is subtle, how be it we are so deceived, when truth's in our hearts and we still don't believe.
Sometimes the silence can be like thunder.
It wouldn't kill you to stay the night anyway.
And I’ll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it Then I’ll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin’ But I’ll know my song well before I start singin
When you think that you lost everything you find out you can always lose a little more.