LYRIC



I grew up overshadowed by wooden lakes
Couldn’t catch the eye of no city boy

Here I am devoted to Nigel
How I love the way you look in your orange jeans
Can’t believe I let the smog cloud my eye

Where the wooden lakes stand
And the steep tunnels surround
I’ll ride my red truck with you by my side

There’s a whisper in the Hurricane Mills breeze
Reminding me of Carla
That whisper builds
That whisper cries
Carla in the morning skies

You appear on the horizon
Brushing that yellow hair from your eyes

The city folk with their fancy gadgets
Cement lakes like grey tombs
Don’t have nothin’ on our way of life
Just listen to the waves

Don’t live your life like a monster
Today might feel a time to be like a monster
But that ain’t no way to lead a life

You know, there’s a lot I drive by in my red truck
Folk who is messing up
Always stay yummy, Nigel
Always stay yummy

In Hurricane Mills, when I was a child
I met a yummy man
“How can you be so yummy?” asked I
Here was his wise reply

Don’t live your life like a monster
Today might feel a time to be like a monster
But that ain’t no way to lead a life

Met an old lady who lived like a monster
“What happened to her?” asked I
Here was his wise reprise

Don’t live your life like a monster
Today might feel a time to be like a monster
But that ain’t no way to lead a life

That lady’s gone now
It’s sad really
Word is, she had yellow hair once

Little Nigel, keep your jeans orange
Always stay yummy, Nigel
Always stay yummy

Waves, waves, waves
Waves, waves, waves…

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