The Peasant - Hope Sandoval/The Warm Inventions
I must have said
Sometimes I feel a drift
You reveal your ways
At sometime today
How did I get here
And where will I leave
Oh the peasant in me
So easily deceived
Some time soon
The fool next to you
The wall you never noticed
Collecting your dust
Collecting your favors
That you you believe are stolen
Oh somebody will notice
And you'll be the one
So easily
So easily deceived
So easily
So easily
So easily
How how did I get here
And where will I leave
Oh the peasant in me
So easily
So easily deceived