White Fence

White Fence - Mr. Adams

Nobody's raking up your place
Stations of your
Stations of your light show
You've found your place
Into your mind walking
On mind waving
It sure ain't breaking

Say that your mind is in undertow
I say your mind is in good time
No one is raking up your place
You see to it like the birth of light show
You walk your son
And if the slow walking
Won't light a number up
Then you aren't making one
Your chimes blow in different ways
Which one is calling for your name