Roscoe (Live at the iTunes Festival)
Stonecutters made them from stones
Chosen specially for you and I
Who will live inside
The mountaineers gathered tinder piled high
In which to take along
Driving many miles, knowing they'd get here
When they got here, all exhausted
On the roof leaks they got started
And now when the rain comes, we can be thankful
Ooh, ah, ooh
When the mountaineers saw that everything fit
They were glad, and so they took off
Thought we were due
For a change or two
Around this place
When they get back, they're all mixed up with no one to stay with
The village used to be all one really needs
Now it's filled with hundreds and hundreds of chemicals
That mostly surround you
You wish to flee, but it's not like you
So listen to me, listen to me
Oh, oh, and when the morning comes
We will step outside
We will not find another man in sight
We like the newness, the newness of all
That has grown in our garden soaking for so long
Whenever I was a child
I wondered what if my name had changed
Into something more productive like Roscoe
Been born in 1891
Waiting with my Aunt Rosaline
Thought we were due
For a change or two
Around this place
Thought we were due
For a change or two
Around this place
When they get back, they're all mixed up with no one to stay with
Chosen specially for you and I
Who will live inside
The mountaineers gathered tinder piled high
In which to take along
Driving many miles, knowing they'd get here
When they got here, all exhausted
On the roof leaks they got started
And now when the rain comes, we can be thankful
Ooh, ah, ooh
When the mountaineers saw that everything fit
They were glad, and so they took off
Thought we were due
For a change or two
Around this place
When they get back, they're all mixed up with no one to stay with
The village used to be all one really needs
Now it's filled with hundreds and hundreds of chemicals
That mostly surround you
You wish to flee, but it's not like you
So listen to me, listen to me
Oh, oh, and when the morning comes
We will step outside
We will not find another man in sight
We like the newness, the newness of all
That has grown in our garden soaking for so long
Whenever I was a child
I wondered what if my name had changed
Into something more productive like Roscoe
Been born in 1891
Waiting with my Aunt Rosaline
Thought we were due
For a change or two
Around this place
Thought we were due
For a change or two
Around this place
When they get back, they're all mixed up with no one to stay with
Credits
Writer(s): Tim Smith
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