Didgeridoo Man

There's a shame that I can't quite explain in my brain
And it's wearing me away
Like a snowman in the spring
The same old words feel so much rougher on my tongue
Though I'm young I feel so worn
Like the stubble of the corn when snow begins to fall
And I recall driving down empty roads
In the throes of summer's dark green
Make your turn at the weeping willow
Light conversation feels like running in a dream
...what'd you say?
Conner, we may have to pay our auto bill soon
This is—auto bills? Wanna hear this song we've been working on, Andy?
...What'd you say? What's this song called? Uh... with only minor—
I burned my tongue again
Sipping on my stew
Waiting for a friend
Who never did come through
The didgeridoo man at the end of the dock
Out of the blue man he came skipping rocks
On calm water the psalm was fodder for thought
I burned my tongue again
Sipping on my stew
Waiting for a friend
Who never did come through
The didgeridoo man at the end of the dock
Out of the blue man he came skipping rocks
On calm water the alms he got her
To give were all he needed for the folly
To stop