Sitting

What's new to me Are the old n-n-n-news to you We shed skin Oh and we'll sign All the letters with our fingers We'll rewrite the names What's blue for me Is repentant for you And with mouthfuls of spiders We'll reach for our ladders On those tree trunks Are red for us Do I have to play Poppa to earn a little respect Oh honey, I'm so fortunate we met (1, 2, 3) And their plans and their guns Train the soldiers 'til they are all caught They worked so hard All the trucks and their gears You can sat into fears When they guard When they worked so hard On the road that is closed With the babies they close until then It gets too hard Go frozen our noses At the smellin' of roses I've thought They worked so hard They worked so hard They worked so hard They worked so hard They worked so hard (I would rather be with you Sitting with you, sitting with me)