Paper Hats

These roads are made for walking

Though the blistered feet are talking

Round the barrel, grab a seat

Oh, the stories that we'll meet

So the man begins his tale

Our expressions growing pale

And the crickets with their song

Begging us to join along

When the miles begin their walking

And the trees begin their talking

Swing on round the merry-go-round

Married girls in snowy sound

Birds are singing "Hallelujah!"

But those tunes are bound to fool ya'

Everything as it should be; Oh, Infinite Mystery!

More than fiction meets the eye

For it tells a seeing story

Who really wants the glory?

We will burn them in a fury!

Paper guns and paper hats

When they burn, they all burn black

And we remember all we are:

Broken boxes, burned and charred

When the miles begin their walking

And the trees begin their talking

Swing on round the merry-go-round

Married girls in snowy sound

Birds are singing "Hallelujah!"

But those tunes are bound to fool ya'

Everything as it should be; Oh, Infinite Mystery!

When the miles begin their walking

And the trees begin their talking

Swing on round the merry-go-round

Married girls in snowy sound

Birds are singing "Hallelujah!"

But those tunes are bound to fool ya'

Everything as it should be; Oh, Infinite Mystery!