Thumbs

The coastline is mine
Apparently so is this fine
But I know I'm right and the cops are wrong
I know I'm right and the cops are wrong
Telling tales, my thumbs are my sails
And if LA were Troy, it'd be the same
If LA were Troy, it'd be the same
There still are witches, and cyclopes, and snitches
And wherever I land I don't long remain
Wherever I land I don't long remain
The sun still rises in the east
When travelling by foot it's best to beat the heat
Ain't got much money but I got time
Ain't got much money but I know my times
And sometimes the wind blows fierce
I've been learning all these years
Living on I thank the wind, for carrying me up and in
Living on I thank the wind, for carrying me up and in



Credits
Writer(s): Mitchell Irving Mathews
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