Faded green sets a stage for the backdrop of woods.
Deer have seen these coveralls. A Raccoon once sniffed them.
Go into the woods for gathering kindling
Build a great fire that will burn for ten thousand years.
Find a coffee shop in the middle of the woods in your coveralls in the cover of you inside a mirror that you won’t even look into because you are afraid you won’t see anyone looking back.
When he zips up his coveralls, the universe smiles
No one wants to see him fail
But the cards are always stacked against him, stacked in piles
All crooked with wind mess, with a footstep, with a cloud
You need a woman as strong as an oak tree
As hot as a lightning rod
Who can fry you a steak every night
You need a friend who will prod you to move
To inspire you to live again
When you wear your coveralls, you hide yourself
In the name of firing up a chainsaw
In the name of eating bacon before departing
In the name of wanting everything to go your way.