Wilco - Woodgrain

I'm not a poet
And I know it
It is no deep secret tossing inside me
I have no timing I can't form my feelings
Sometimes I rhyme sometimes I don't

So go ahead take a look in my kitchen
Take a look at the Woodgrain there
What's it for that hardwood floor is where I'm walking and thinkin'
Walking and thinkin' about you

Written by:
Jeffrey Tweedy

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