And I march to ban you It's just a temporary slide back in the abyss I should've seen it coming from miles away They've been armed in a thick coat of structure Shielding me from my own blazing dagger There was a purpose upon the horizon A destination

Weathered by the storms and well oiled hands I've read a lot of books, wrote a few songs Looked at my life, where it's goin', where it's gone I've seen the world through a bus windshield But nothing compares to the way that I see it To the way that I see

Sometimes it all comes together baby Sometimes you're the windshield Sometimes you're the bug Sometimes you're a fool in love Sometimes you're the ball Sometimes you're going lose it all Sometimes you're the louisville slugger baby Well it's a strange

Sittin' in the sand Weathered by the storms and well oiled hands I've read a lot of books, Wrote a few songs I've seen the world through a bus windshield, but nothing compares To the way that I see it, There's a blue rocking chair It sways back and forth

All are one And one is all Shield by shield Side by side March as one Don't look back Oden's sons Unleash hell! Do not repent!

In my daddy's El Camino, In her driveway in the rain, Starrin' through that windshield I could see my future change, And my heart hit like a hammer, And my thoughts were runnin' wild, Any fool can make a baby, but it takes a man, to raise a child. She