LYRIC FOR SALE

By Nobody

Hand, carved wood
McCormick is, in my cup
Hep cat, is in the know, oh
She is, sittin' in my lap

I am alone
But I’m not lonely
My thoughts are for me
My thoughts are for me only
I’m in a moment of my life
I’m in the moment that feels right
In the greatest part of my life
I am, where I belong tonight

I’m an old soul
I am an old, old soul
I’ve been around
And around
Don’t make me, come in, from the cold
For I am old
I am an old, old soul
I can feel
I can feel
I can feel the marrow, in my bones
I feel, the things, that I know
I feel, the things that I know

I’m not lost
I am not lost
When I am, deep
Deep in the woods
Rings of growth surround me
My serenity knows it has found me
The truth is all around me
Cause I’m an old, old soul
I’m not a person that you'll ever know
I’ve lived three hundred years
My life’s never taken a toll
I’ll never die

I, I will, never, never die
I’ll just, continue to grow
And then, one day
One, very special day

I will cease to roam
And I will simply
Go, back, home