Bigfoot!

I changed the oils and oiled the squeaks Patched the holes and fluid leaks At dusk beneath a diabetic moon And wait to take the TV crews Across the creaking ice The news is howling to the timber wolves and soon I'll go through it all again Watch their doubtful smiles begin But the visions that I see believe in me So praise the things I can't forget With burgers and a silhouette On t-shirts at the council general store I'll listen to the south winds sigh With rumors and regrets and I Don't want to talk about it anymore Won't go through it all again Watch their doubtful smiles begin When the visions that I see believe in me Oh the visions that I see, they will believe me