Later on, we will walk to the door
Where am I, where am I gonna go?
Canada, we could go, some do
Don't know how don't know where don't know why, don't know when, I know I gotta go real soon
Run, run, you little fawn in the red woods,
You're a harbinger to us, never seen anyone,
Not at all, deer die in the winter,
Some survive, they get by,
Cross the street, get robbed in the winter,
Jogging over, high
Thinking of going to Mexico
Down the tollway, to the two-lane,
Through the big state, coffee holding,
In the morning, barely glowing,
Smell the sea air there, on the gulf shore
Later on we will walk through the door
Where am I, where am I gonna go?
Paraguay, we could go, some do
Don't know how don't know where don't know why, don't know when, I know I gotta go real soon