Trudy

If I went to walk home with you
Hearing every word, thinking its true
And a berry field for us to cut through
On a victory lap, cross an old street cab
That turns to stop and see you
A small stone somewhere in your shoe
All day long, all day long, long.

The old folks wake up for the day
See the monsters down, figures from the past
And a great bird is flying away
From our family tree, something wrong with me
Yea, and I got a secret or two
Hiding somewhere but it
Wont take long, No it wont take long