Bob Mould
"Dreaming, I Am"


Wire cage with rope and wooden framing doors behold
Prancing for the camera in some monthly centerfold
It's the loneliest I've been so far
Someone left the golden door ajar

Innocent they stand and picking up across the ground
Hope to clear a path in garden this whole year around
When they all line up
When they all line up
Chicken surely knows that fox so well
Chicken understands that fox so well

Over the fence and down the field
Runs that fox so sly
Stealing embryo
Take those golden go

Dreaming, I am

Try to fly in desperation, wings come into view
Nicotine is from my system, assistance
Sleep, I have been sleeping for so long
Run with safety underneath the feet they so adore
Hen suspects the fox on guard beside the golden door
Sweating from my system
I'll make across the wall
I'll tumble down the wall

Dreaming, I am

Whichever Way The Wind Blows

Jackrabbit done run cross that road
Goin' to motel in the sky
That rabbit done, story been told
Why that jackrabbit done go die?

Old turtle go next cross that road
He crawlin' as low as he can
That turtle done talk to that toad
Turtle don't cross here again

And everybody goes whichever way the wind blows

Young chicken done cross near that road
He listen to traffic go by
That chicken done, story been told
To get to the other side

I warn ya, don't go near that road
I know that road, it's a bitch
I walk right next to that road
All hanging out in the ditch

If ever you travel that road
You better keep over your side
And keepin' your hands on the wheel
That road be a long road to ride