Lyrics
I wrote down some ideas
I made some records
I sold some records
I got money
I spent the money
to buy some land
I own land
I feel funny
Ownership rears its head again in the weirdest ways
I trudge along the property line
I hide from neighbors when they go by
I speak a spell against their private property signs
in our woods, I ask aloud "what's mine?"
I burn this pile of branches, clearing forest fire fuel
I give it back in rising smoke to the unowned sky
Nothing's mine
I draw a line
a wind blows
and says "nice try"
I'm a passing through indebted fool
borrowing air and firewood
Dreaming of co-ownership of everything
beneath the trees that I share with the infinite
I made some records
I sold some records
I got money
I spent the money
to buy some land
I own land
I feel funny
Ownership rears its head again in the weirdest ways
I trudge along the property line
I hide from neighbors when they go by
I speak a spell against their private property signs
in our woods, I ask aloud "what's mine?"
I burn this pile of branches, clearing forest fire fuel
I give it back in rising smoke to the unowned sky
Nothing's mine
I draw a line
a wind blows
and says "nice try"
I'm a passing through indebted fool
borrowing air and firewood
Dreaming of co-ownership of everything
beneath the trees that I share with the infinite