Lyrics
Every child begins the world again
Birds do not sing or cherish their innocence
We can stay up late as we please
Every stranger keeping tight and warm
Men say they know many things
But lo hath taken wing
The arts and the sciences
Like a thousand appliances
And the wind doth blow
And it's all anybody knows
The better part of a man
Is soon plowed into the soul
And I, too, have woven a kind of basket
Yeah, I broke into Hank Williams' casket
We are clumsy and may trample too much
Turn my face to the words
We're always better, not so sad as foolish