[Verse 1]
I got nothing to hide
I'm as naked as the day I was born
In November and you know what they say
Thursday’s child has far to go, don’t I know
[Verse 2]
I got far to go, should I leave you behind
And drive to Alaska on Saturday night
These four walls around me are keeping out the light
[Verse 3]
No one’s riding shotgun, I’m driving alone
I can turn up the music and do whatever I want
When I get to the border, put a quarter in a payphone
[Chorus]
Oh, my tyranny’s gonna crumble
And so, sit next to me and fumble with the buttons on my dress
What do you want to be? I wanna be a poet
[Verse 4]
To get down on my knees and unplug your drain
I feel an ache in my bones every time that it rains
And when I look up at the sun and the sky, I tell time
[Verse 5]
If something is leaking, just give me a call
There’s a tear on your cheek, there’s a crack in the wall
I can soak up the water with the folds of my black shawl
[Chorus]
Oh, my tyranny’s gonna crumble
And so, sit next to me and fumble with the buttons on my dress
What do you want to do? I wanna watch you stumble
[Verse 6]
Stumble through this fertile land
In your pocket are both my hands
When you get to the other side
The northern lights and a blanket of white
[Verse 7]
I wanted to be a singer, so I grew my hair long
I needed a guitar slinger to push me along
To fill out my verse and my chorus with a baritone
[Verse 8]
I got nothing to hide, I’m laying it out there
Take it or leave it, you can figure it out
“Thursday’s child has far to go,” I’m gonna shout
[Outro]
Oh, my tyranny’s gonna crumble
And so, sit next to me and fumble with the buttons on my dress
Buttons on my
Buttons on my dress
I got nothing to hide
I'm as naked as the day I was born
In November and you know what they say
Thursday’s child has far to go, don’t I know
[Verse 2]
I got far to go, should I leave you behind
And drive to Alaska on Saturday night
These four walls around me are keeping out the light
[Verse 3]
No one’s riding shotgun, I’m driving alone
I can turn up the music and do whatever I want
When I get to the border, put a quarter in a payphone
[Chorus]
Oh, my tyranny’s gonna crumble
And so, sit next to me and fumble with the buttons on my dress
What do you want to be? I wanna be a poet
[Verse 4]
To get down on my knees and unplug your drain
I feel an ache in my bones every time that it rains
And when I look up at the sun and the sky, I tell time
[Verse 5]
If something is leaking, just give me a call
There’s a tear on your cheek, there’s a crack in the wall
I can soak up the water with the folds of my black shawl
[Chorus]
Oh, my tyranny’s gonna crumble
And so, sit next to me and fumble with the buttons on my dress
What do you want to do? I wanna watch you stumble
[Verse 6]
Stumble through this fertile land
In your pocket are both my hands
When you get to the other side
The northern lights and a blanket of white
[Verse 7]
I wanted to be a singer, so I grew my hair long
I needed a guitar slinger to push me along
To fill out my verse and my chorus with a baritone
[Verse 8]
I got nothing to hide, I’m laying it out there
Take it or leave it, you can figure it out
“Thursday’s child has far to go,” I’m gonna shout
[Outro]
Oh, my tyranny’s gonna crumble
And so, sit next to me and fumble with the buttons on my dress
Buttons on my
Buttons on my dress
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