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

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

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!

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

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

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