You're on my mind, on my mind I've got a picture of you I don't buy it, I don't buy it It's not a look for you On a clean sheet We daydream sleep Sisters read our palms whoa-a Our Tvs watched just like all knowing mouths They say Cherish something don't burn nothing Wind up nothing too whoa-a A real folk(sy sam)? will say what to do And he walks in this cassanova Drinks in every hand Sings sweet songs of all our plans Sweet songs of all our plans And he walks in this cassanova Hides his red right hand Sings sweet songs of all our land Sweet songs You're on my mind, on my mind And got a picture of you I don't buy it, I don't buy it He's not a look for you Dirty winos, dollar dance halls One squall ends them all whoa-a Still we hope we can change And just be there (for it)? Unless you're born dead, unless you're undead Our moms are still our moms whoa-a Can't recall what she (says)? like our fiction songs And he walks in this cassanova Drinks in every hand Sings sweet songs of all our plans Sweet songs of all our plans And he walks in this cassanova Hides his red right hand Sings sweet songs of all our land Sweet songs You're on my mind, on my mind And gonna leak off slow Hold me light, hold me right That way that just you know