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