Jack-Ass - Beck

Written by：Bob Dylan

I been

Drifting along

In the same stale shoes

Loose ends

Tying a noose

In the back

Of my mind

If you thought that you were making your way

To where the puzzles and pagans lay

I'll put it together

It's a strange invitation

When I wake up

Someone will sweep up

My lazy bones

And we will

Rise in the cool of the evening

I remember the way that smiled

When the gravity shackles were wild

And something is vacant

When I think it's all beginning

I been

Drifting along

In the same stale shoes

Loose ends

Tying the noose

In the back

Of my mind

If you thought that you were making your way

To where the puzzles and pagans lay

I'll put it together

It's a strange invitation